Whom Do I Resemble Most: Othello Or Macbeth

This remorse is choking me to death, taking away all the livable breath... leaving guilt, anguish, and wrath: am I another insane Macbeth? If hours slowly pass making me restless, and through rageful images I despise when waking up with screams: what's their symmetry to eternity? Much worse are the innate dreams never imagined having fragility! There's a young storyteller with auburn curls who comes from the medieval town of Arthun narrating tragedies of inseparable lovers, who died before their given time; he sits on a bench of the small square that depicts the sensuality of a nude siren laying in the middle of a stone fountain and spewing outflowing water, she entices sensuality! I won't attempt to fling a silver dime in its water showing an emotional valence, but with prudence, I'll toss it gladly and gallantly! Since I have no luck and an unpredictable future, his tragedies seem sympathetic to an extent; I won't be pierced by a blade to prove I'm faithful, I won't lay in a tomb besides my adored lady... the times of faithfulness have ceased to exist, finding a true one among thousands of women who care is such a rarety, they once were found in a monastery and their desire was to be the bride of Christ, and they always kept a holy image never being disgraceful! If someone is being tormented by constant remorse for a fault which wasn't his own attempt to contemplate revenge, or the cruel intent of harming someone without a hint of knowledge, then he should cleanse himself thoroughly of the false belief and continue living without idiocy until he overcomes his grief, not exiling himself on a deserted island and suffer the worse: neither should I who has isolated himself and writes in pathetic rhyme avoiding to compare himself to Othello who repented for his heinous crime! Whom do I resemble most: Othello or Macbeth? One had dark skin, the other had fair skin, wasn't their vile character wrecked by sin? They were murders stripped of moral and worth!