NAPATSORN TREESAP

Can I speak to a whore they said you’re in lust with?
Oh dearest of them all, it‘s me, isn’t it?
A lady they told the scandal we’re diving in
For goodness’ sake, I didn’t know
We’re tempting the God of hunting fox
Good heavens, I’ve been dressing violet fantasy
That’s why your nasty neighbor won’t stop spitting
Yelling something about Hamlet and Ophelia
What in heaven’s name had he fell for her?
Love is too treacherous when becoming ashes from flame
People don’t know what we really feel
The madness of Hamlet and the shipwreck Ophelia
“O, woe is me!
There’s Rosemary
for rememberance
and there is pansies,
that’s for thoughts”
Now I die at the grave you dig with insecurity
Becoming the ghost, hunting you in dreams
Goodbye catastrophe, I’ll leave his world at the edge of 3
His morning won’t be the same
Not, without me
The madness of Hamlet and the shipwreck Ophelia

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