A/N: I recently read the book "Ophelia" by Lisa Klein, which tells the story of Hamlet in Ophelia's perspective, (it's very good, and I suggest you read it) thus, inspiring this short write. Enjoy. Note: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the brilliant William Shakespeare.
Madness.
The consumption of ones' mind by… by what? One goes mad by the influence of others, hysteria, stress or worrying. Or if one is lucky enough, it can be all.
One can choose their madness. Madness can be evil and destructive to the soul. Madness can bring about murder. My dear Hamlet has chosen this path. But, I, Ophelia of Denmark, choose my path of Madness to be bliss.
How? How can Madness be Bliss? I let my mind be taken over, consumed by madness, but past the point of anger and to the point of oblivion. I sing sweet songs. I speak in gentle riddles.
Mine and the lives around me have been torn apart. I and my brother are orphaned souls. The spirit of his father haunts my only love. Vengeance eats away at his soul as a wild beast devours its' prey. The hierarchy of Denmark has been given to evil.
It seems as though madness is the only way to escape. Somewhere in my fragile mind, I know that my soul can take no more damage. Furthermore, Bliss must take charge. I let Bliss take control of my mind. Bliss controls my thoughts, actions, and deeds. Therefore, I am Bliss.
The screams of fear are now roars of laughter, as they once used to be. The fights on the streets are now friends showing affection, as I oft dreamed they are. The arguments of the King and Queen are now merry voices in my head, my friends that I speak to all the daylong. The sharp daggers I press to my pallid, transparent skin are merely flowers freeing my sweet blood to fertilize the sacred ground.
Madness brings no pain.
So I let my feet slip on the ragged branches of the willow tree, for it only tickles as my blood drips from me, quenching the bloodthirst of the plant where I stand.
Madness brings no fear.
So I let the currents overtake my body and crash me into the devils' rocks beneath the surface. I let the waters of exhilaration into my lungs. I let the bloody flow freely from my head and wherever it may come from, for no more do I know.
Madness brings swift death.
So I let my loved one go. I let my only family go. I let my entire life pass me by. I let Madness swallow me whole, and I come to my watery end as the icy lips of death kiss my throat.
Madness brings peace.