Kanye West - Heartless

Kanye West - Heartless

Heartless. So many people around me I could associate that word with. Claudius, heartless in that he killed his own brother to fulfill his own ambition. What a monster. My mother, Gertrude, heartless because she hardly mourned for the death of her husband and moved on to marry Claudius not even 2 months after the fact. The thought that the two perform incest is heartless in itself. Also, to quote the lyrics, "In the night I hear them talk, the coldest story ever told." I remember the ghost of my father appearing to me at night and his revealing of the story of his death. What a cold murder that was. The very next line is, "Somewhere far along his road he lost his soul." In many ways I feel like I can associate with that line. My father's death led me down a wrong path that I was stuck on until the end of it.

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In the night I hear 'em talk,
The coldest story ever told,
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless...
How could you be so heartless... oh
How could you be so heartless?

How could you be so,
Cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo
Just remember that you talking to me yo
You need to watch the way you talking to me you know
I mean after all the things that we been through
I mean after all the things we got into
And yo I know of some things that you ain't told me
And yo I did some things but that's the old me
And now you wanna get me back
And you gon' show me
So you walk around like you don't know me
You got a new friend
Well I got homies
But in the end it's still so lonely

In the night I hear 'em talk,
The coldest story ever told,
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless...
How could you be so heartless... oh
How could you be so heartless?


How could you be so Dr. Evil
You're bringing out a side of me that I don't know
I decided we weren't gonna speak so why we up 3 a.m. on the phone
Why does she be so mad at me for, homie I don't know she's hot and cold
I won't stop, won't mess my groove up cause I already know how this thing goes,
You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me
They say that they don't see what you see in me
You wait a couple months then you gon' see,
You'll never find nobody better than me

In the night I hear 'em talk,
The coldest story ever told,
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless...
How could you be so heartless... oh
How could you be so heartless?


Talkin', talkin', talkin', talk,
Baby lets just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you
So I got something new to see
And you just gon' keep hatin' me
And we just gon' be enemies
I know you can't believe
I could just leave it wrong
and you can't make it right
Im gon' take off tonight
Into the night...

In the night I hear 'em talk,
The coldest story ever told,
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless...
How could you be so heartless... oh
How could you be so heartless?


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Finale

Oh poor Laertes, if only you knew. I never meant for you and your family to have to go through this, but it all conflicted in my attempt to avenge my father's death. You were just another casualty of someone else's wrongdoing, so it really shouldn't be me you were after, but Claudius.

Oh mother, I loved you dearly and all I ever wanted was for you to be safe! Stupid Claudius just had to go and ruin our lives. Sure, you may have married him, but deep down you still loved father and you know it. Not only did that horrible Claudius take father away from me, but he took YOU away from me in his attempt to get rid of me. I'm sorry mother, i really am.

And you, you wretched Claudius. The only one here who deserved this was you. Here I am next to three dead bodies, two of which should be alive and well. You, you sick man. In the end your greed and ambition got the best of you and I finally gave you what you deserved.

"Ham: Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,/

          Drink off this potion.  Is thy union here?/

          Follow my mother./                                  [King dies.]"

                                   (Act 5, Scene 2)

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Oh this long overdue act is finally done. If anyone deserves to be king now, it is the good Fortinbras. Horatio, if you read this, make that known. As for me....... (dies).

Act 5

There I was with Horatio, just minding our own business in the graveyard having our own little conversation with the gravediggers. (Reminds me of poor Yorick, I really did love him for he was a good man.)  Just then, we happened to catch sight of an ongoing procession and so, out of curiosity we went over to take a look. This was no ordinary procession however, for it was less elaborate, giving off that the death was most likely a suicide. Why did they have to have the funeral at this time?


AFTER TAKING MY FATHER, YOU JUST HAD TO TAKE THE ONLY WOMAN I LOVED-aside from my mother. Dear Ophelia, how I loved you so. I really did. Others might not understand this for I may have appeared to be mad or was using it as a ploy to my bigger plans, but deep down my love for her was true. Her death mustn't go unheeded and I will make sure of it.

Act 4

Hahaha, pardon me for saying this, but stupid Claudius. You really think that by shipping me off to England you could get rid of me? Oh luck, how you are on my side this time.  Thanks to some pirates, I was able to escape the capture of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern and board their ship. In return for some favors, they agreed to let me go. Shoutout to those pirates, I owe you guys!

Before we left boarded our first vessel though, we happened to run into a captain for Fortinbras' army.  They told us of how they were on their way through Denmark to Poland to recapture a small piece of land that was once theirs. Seriously? Put your lives at risk for the sake of a small piece of land? I don't care if it was the square foot of land that the Earth was made from. What would drive you to do such a crazy act. At the same time, I wonder why I do not have this same desire. These people place their lives in danger for something that doesn't deserve their life. I have much more to offer my life for, and yet I can't muster the strength to do what is right.  Who am I?

"Ham: Witness this army, of such mass and charge,/

          led by a delicate and tender prince,/

          whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd/

          makes mouths at the invisible event,/

          exposing what is mortal and unsure/

          to all that fortune, death and danger dare,/

          even for an eggshell.  Rightly to be great/

          is not to stir without great argument,/

          but greatly to find quarrel in a straw/

          when honour's at the stake.  How stand I then,/

          that have a father kill'd, a mother stan'd,/

          excitements of my reason and my blood,/

          and let all sleep, while to my shame I see/

          the imminent death of twenty thousand men,/

          that for a fantasy and trick of fame/

         go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot/

         whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,/

         which is not tomb enough and continent/

         to hide the slain?  O, from this time forth,/

        my thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth./"   [Exit.]

                               (Act 4, Scene 5)

I will stand for this no longer. Slowly, but surely, I am discovering my true identity and I know what I must do. Revenge will be the end of me, or I shall be ashamed to be the son of my father. Horatio, wherever you are, hurry and find me so that I may get this over with. 

Act 3

I hate how there's things that are beyond our comprehension that we must fear. If it were not such a horrible sin, suicide would be the easiest answer for many of our problems. Oh well, I must go on and make my father proud.


The play, oh yes, the play. What a success. That Claudius really stirred up quite a commotion as the king in the play was killed. Right where I want you Claudius, right where I want you.


I also had a chance to finally seal the deal and get it over with earlier.  I could not do it however. For heaven's sakes, the man was in prayer and asking for forgiveness! How horrible would I be to kill him while in prayer for forgiveness? That would only bring me down to his level. No, that is not who I want to be.

"Ham: Now might I do it pat, now he is praying./

          And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven;/

          And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd;/

          A villain kills my father, and for that,/

          I, his sole son, do this same villain send/

          to heaven./

          O, this is hire and salary, not revenge./"

                               (Act 3, Scene 3)

What a turn of events has taken place, and that isn't the end of this entry. While speaking to my mother earlier in her closet about my father, a figure made itself known in the arras and so I stabbed it, hoping it to be that vicious Claudius. It wasn't however, it was Polonius. This means nothing to me though and carries no weight on me. It did lead me to revealing the truth behind Claudius however to my mother and she now knows of the reality behind my madness. It also hurt how the ghost appeared to me once more, but my mother could not see it. Oh life, you only continue to make it more difficult to continue you.

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Act 2

The news of my father's death is still troubling me. As bad as I want to react, I am afraid of the repercussions and do not want to hurt my mother, for I love her dearly and my father's ghost told me not to.  So as long as I cannot act, my phony madness will provide an alibi for my bizarre actions. I already have Polonius believing I am obsessing over his daughter. Then there's the player and his empathy and emotions for someone he has never even met.  Where is this passion inside of me to avenge my father's death?

"Ham: Ay, so. God be wi' ye./

                       [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

                             Now I am alone./

          O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!/

          Is it not monstrous that this player here,/

          but in a fiction, in a dream of passion,/

          could force his soul so to his own conceit/

          that from her working all his visage wann'd,/

          tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,/

          a broken voice, and his whole function suiting/

          with forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!/

          For Hecuba!/

          What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,/

          That he should weep for her?/"

                                 (Act 2, Scene 2) 

All is well, however. Thanks to this passionate player, I have now devised a plan to prove Claudius' guilt. With the gift of these truly talented players, I will have a play with a story to that of my father's death. I will change some of it and add some things to further deepen the story.  If Claudius is not guilty, all will be well for him. If he is guilty, however, he is sure to hastily make his way out of there for his guilt will be too much.  Hahaha, oh Claudius, how you will regret ever doing what you did!

Act 1

Today wasn't the best day.  Had an awkward conversation with my uncle and mother in the castle.

"Ham: [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind./

King: How is it that the clouds still hang on you?/

Ham: Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun./

Queen: Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,/

             and let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark./

             do not for ever with thy vailed lids/

             seek for thy noble father in the dust./

             Thou know'st 'tis common: all that lives must die,/

             Passing through nature to eternity./

Ham: Ay, madam, it is common./

Queen: If it be,/

             Why seems it so particular with thee?

Ham: Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.'/

          'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,/

          nor customary suits of solemn black,/

          nor windy suspiration of forced breath,/

          no, nor the fruitful river in the eye,/

          nor the dejected haviour of the visage,/

          Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,/

          That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,/

          for they are actions that a man might play'/

          but i have that within which passeth show,/

          these but the trappings and the suits of woe./" 

                                          (Act 1, Scene 2)

Why did my father have to die?  I really do miss him.  Whoever brought about this horrible act upon him will really pay for this.  And what's wrong with my mother? Here I am, still in grief and mourning and she goes out and marries my uncle no more than 2 months after my father's death?  That's horrible! How could my uncle go along with such a horrible deed unless he has some hidden agenda that none of us are aware of. Oh life, why must you be so difficult sometimes?


Edit: WOW, WHAT JUST HAPPENED!? So my friend Horatio thought it would be funny to play a joke on me and take me to see the "ghost" of my father. Funny thing is, he wasn't joking! There he was, right in front of me, revealing the truth behind his death. That damn uncle of mine, I should have known better!


And I bet you're all wondering what the ghost looked like. It kind of looked like this, but not really.

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