Insanity

Does my bloodlust know no bounds? Am I to be a slave to my dark dealings and ambition? I am unsure of my fate as I am unsure of my actions. Duncan’s murder has driven a nail into my soul. One month ago, I would not have dreamed of such treasonous things. The prophecies speak to me as if they are reality, taunting me with things to be. If they are reality though, there is one man standing in my way. A friend of whom I have known none better, but an enemy, I can imagine none greater. He must be killed. My mind is racked. What am I thinking of. My soul burns as my noble side dies. My heart is left a void and my mind is beginning to feel incomprehensible. I am beginning to feel as a scheme within a scheme, a man within a cage to mine own ambition. Banquo will be my final test. If I kill him, I truly know I am lost. No more Macbeth something different. If I stay my hand, I shall be found and hung. It will all come down to a final unanswerable question, is it greater to live a fruitful lie, or to die with some measure of respect. I have decided now, and I caste down my soul. Let my actions decide my fate, and let my ambition encompass my soul. I am Macbeth and none shall stand in the way of my ascension.