Othello

The shreds and tatters of a life fall to the empty floor

The stains of blood will not escape my hands

For all the curses in the world this one I wrought myself

But blindness led me now to the dark in which I stand

For what? Now deed is done, and my love no more my love

For she is perished by maledict hands upon my breast

A thousand sorrows fly as life extinguished from the room

I had once loved, the room I once found blissful rest

The snake, the serpent long whispered in mine ear

But yet the frenzy of mistakes are but my own

And how to live with this now wretched creature

The seeds of destruction just I have sewn

Once that monster writhed within my bones

But now they ache from weariness alone

The trust I place upon my own intemperate emotion

The trust that from thy empty eyes once shone

Thy hands, soft and delicate never wavered in their love

'Tis I whose bitter hands have wrought this hate

how I despise these pounding sorrows raging through me

My ego too delicate, I took the poisoned sour bait

And now, what left to do, for destroyed now is my kingdom

My love destroyed, and so my soul, forever yet to come

But I do fear that forever is meaningless to me

For bitter hands long ago wrought the deed that now is done

However could I live? What life have I, for jealously

And spite did run afoul, but twas my own grievous fault

That shambles lying now my own fate, my own love

That once yielding Earth now crumbles, for these grounds are wont of salt 

So I shall give! This dagger to my hand seems better placed

Within the heart myself misplaced in false emotion

For beating now it is no worth to me as is this life

I cull those fighting tides, as cold as the impassive ocean

Forgive me dear, I beg as I, at last return to your side 

Is it not good enough for my apology to sound

But rest seems ill-won as I look upon thy quiet face

As dagger nests in chilling heart and I embrace the ground