Diary of Macbeth Blood. So much blood.

Will great Neptunes ocean wash away the blood and the guilt that engulfs me? I fear not. As soon as my hands enter the threshold of the water, the sea will turn from a glittering blue, to a dark crimson. I have done something so vile and unholy, that even Mars, the God of war, will look down with shame at me. I have killed my kind. I, Macbeth have killed the saint that has bestowed me with worthy titles such as the Thane of Cawdor and Thane of Glamis. My cousin, my own cousin; Duncan. How could I? The image of him lying there, chest heaving, as I stabbed his body countless times. A stream of blood escapes his body and lands on my face. Some of it drips into my mouth and I tasted it. It was so bitter but, at the same time, so sweet This killing; why has this taken such a toll on my conscious and on my mind? I am weak, I am not worthy of the titles I behold, a man will be able to kill anyone without remorse. However, I have slain so many traitors before and have tortured and maimed so many while they grovel at my feet, yet this is not the same. My dearest partner of greatness, Lady Macbeth, does she deserve the title of a Lady? How can a Lady be so filled with masculinity and confidence? Such a strong and brave woman. Was it not her who played with my mind like childs play? Then it must be her fault! She possessed me into killing the man that I was loyal to just before! Shes the monster! She is the devils spawn! How could she want something so badly that she would even push her own husband to do? She wanted me to do it so she couldnt be blamed! That witch! She must be one of the weird sisters! She disguised herself. She deserves this guilt that has hit me like a ram, yet she feels nothing. A little water clears us of this deed, Her constancy has left her unattended; no water can purify our dirty, impure, polluted souls. No one simply forgets; no matter what I do after, nothing will compare to this evil. The weird sisters never said anything about me killing him? The three who have tend on mortal thoughts, the murdring ministers who wait on natures mischief; had they say anything about murder? Nor did they say anything bout betrayal. So it must be me! It was my fault. I had let them get to me. I have always had the seed of evil; they have just simply sewn and watered the seed so it now grows. My pride has deceived me into killing Duncan, it has played with me. The witches told me I was to be king and I have let that get to me, even

at that exact moment I pondered over it. It was me who embraced the unnatural ways of the witches. Heaven was my past; Hell is my future. What if I have proven guilty? The soldiers, Malcolm and Donaldbain will look far and wide for the murderer of the brave king Duncan. They will see that the swords have been placed and gild on their bodies. They will come after me and the Lady; and we will both be hung at the gallows and dropped until our feet stop twitching. We will be damned to eternal damnation and purgatory. Sheikh Irfan Shamsuddin 9Q