Love Never Dies: Act I-III
By: Cry
Cast:
Love's Killer
Love's Mistress
Love's Victim
Act I -
Death is but the Gift of Love Unwrapped.
"Even my conscience's hate hugs to me...
and I leave him behind to watch my love from a tree."
Love's Killer:
What's inside of this picture proves method to madness,
as he lay with her I stand projected with crass hints -
in ravished yellow rays... I stand in a calm mellow blaze
screaming under the tree, she emits this bellowed craze
of yells those hate to hear; shouts that break the ear!
and he sits in a river that shows she don't fake the tears
I'm faceless here... I thought she'd come back if I did it
but in this affair, love cut my tounge and it had me witless
in a saddening scrimmage between that thing and this...
I ended him, choked by the hands it was happening with,
a cackling twist, my delacate hands had left marks as rough
and when I killed him, I'd never touched her heart as much.
Love's Mistress: How could you do this? I cared for you.
Love's Killer: If you cared, why'd you love us both?
Love's Mistress:
Got a reverberating feeling, hadn't learned to hate it as much -
as he loved me... it never had meaning, it'd only tasted as lust.
the fact was... he never really showed me that touch...
it was never "that love", no fulfillment to have enough.
he'd act tough, and for not leaving my husband I'd be bruised up
but his love didn't seem fake so you never knew who's what
truth was, for HIM you couldn't find a tear pouring off me
but when my husband died, I cried an entire river for his body.
Act II -
Love is Survival of the Fittest.
Love's Killer:
Cringing at the sight of his carcass as if ill, she'd knelt -
right down in the water, still she loved him; still she held
and staring at what I'd done, I see that nothing's helped
"My one regret in life is that I am not somebody else."
- Woody Allen
Act III -
Love's Always been a Battlefield.
Love's Victim:
Dead in her tears... my last words for her to hear -
were quite jumbled into bits and at first were drear.
but I purged her tears if only for that moment...
then she leaned and kissed me to not lack atonement
this masked opponent cried as well, left running fast
despite my bloody lips to hers, he knew what we had.
"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
- and shakespeare himself couldn't have said it better.
[Love's Killer exits stage right while the sunset shines down...
never losing a touch of feeling, the man just cries out.]
Jealousy... lust... love... all have clever ties
but emotionally or physically, your love never dies.
peace.
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