Damnation of silence
A poem By Marauder-girl
A/N: I have no idea why I'm writing this, I just felt like it after finishing my Othello course. Er… is basically Iago and what happens afterwards.
Dis: I don't own Shakespeare's creations they are all his and his ancestors –Sulks-
Upon the rack my tortured frame lies
Stretching, stretching me beyond recognition
And still they question
Though no answers shall begot from my lips.
They turn the wheel like it were clockwork
Suspending me in agony.
They want answers they cannot have
Ones I cannot give.
Why? Why? Is the constant probe
Their simple minds unable
To comprehend the force of nature that is me
In it's fierce intensity
My motives are mine alone
Not to be shared with the common man
Their torture shall not release
Any of my secrets soul deep.
But yet they try and try again
Fools to try to understand
The genius behind my madness
And so I remain silent
Silent as the early dawn
Is how my voice shall stay
For I vowed to never speak another word
Until death takes me away.