Why William did you betray me
To kill my Romeo
And slay me

Why was it your way
to give us our days
A number or two
Way to much we went through

You sliced through Tybalt
And on my wounds
You poured salt

To banish my king
My lord of whom I sing
But these lyrics
are made of my screams

and you sent us into
a downward spiral
for next came Paris
whose love went viral

And now I lay
in this monument
And I must say
William you are
hell bound and sent
Wretched and bent

To toy with my life
Me, oh poor Juliet
You cut through me
with a knife

But the pain
Lay deeper than the blade had shown
Your pen and paper
Through me was sown