INSIDE (Monologue)

TITLE: INSIDE
SUB TO: Male Actor
AUTHOR: NightWriter357
SUB BY: NightWriter357
FORM: Monologue, 3 Min.
GENRE: Dark Horror w/lite sexual overtones
LOCALE: Big Bear Mountain, CA
DATE: May 18, 2010


Utter anguish ensues a man watching his terminally ill wife die a slow death. Without a word to anyone, he takes her into moutainous terrain where he finds solace in consuming her languid body, piece by piece, drop by drop into the spirit of his heart.


CHARACTER MONOLOGUE WORD ANALYSIS

AGONY AIMLESSLY ANEW ANGUISH
BEAST BEATING BEHOLD BLOOD BOSOM
CHAMBER COMPREHENSION CONSUME CREVICES
DANCING DARKNESS DEATH DELICIOUS DEEP DEMISE DWELLS
ENSCONCED ENDURE ENTWINED ENVIOUS EXQUISITE
FEAST FLESH FREE
HELL
INFINITE INTOXICATING
LANGUID LIFE LIFELESS LOINS
MAZE
NAKED
ORBIT ORIFICE
PANGS PARTAKE PATHETIC PATIENCE PERISH PITIFUL PUBIS
RICH
SLAUGHTER SOLACE SOUL SPIRIT STUMBLING SUCCULENT
TORMENT
WEAKNESS WEEP
YEARNING YIELDING



INSIDE

OH HOW I WEEP UNDER THE STARS...YEARNING BEYOND THE THE MILES OF THE SKY…THE AGONY OF TIME UPON MY BACK.

MANY MOONS HAVE COME TO PASS…I HAVE WAITED, BEATING MY LOINS WITH PATIENCE…A MOST DELICIOUS TORMENT THAT MAN CAN NOT ENDURE. I AM NOT OF THAT MAN…MEN WHO DANCE WITH WEAKNESS.

I SHALL NOT GIVE THE EXQUISITE PLEASURE WITHIN THE CREVICES OF MY SOUL TO THIS WORLD. WHY YOU ASK? IT IS QUITE SIMPLE.

IT IS I ONLY THAT PLACE VALUE ON THE MAKINGS OF THAT WHICH DWELLS DEEP WITHIN ME NOW.

THESE MAKINGS WANDERED AIMLESSLY…PATHETIC IT WAS…SHIFTING LIFELESS TO AND FRO…A PITIFUL BEAST OF A BEING…KNOCKING ON DEATH’S DOOR…STUMBLING ABOUT…FALLING…THEN MADE…ANEW.

(CHARACTER WILL OPEN CLOAK TO SHOW A BLOODY HOLE IN THE HEART THAT RESEMBLES A WOMAN)

NOT ONE OF YOU WILL STEAL FROM THIS CHAMBER.
BEHOLD. INSIDE...A MAZE OF RICH DARKNESS EYES SEE…YET YIELDING NO COMPREHENSION.

(CHARACTER BREATHS IN DEEPLY)

HMMMMM… INTOXICATING ISN’T IT?

I DRANK…FROM A SUCCULENT BOSOM…ENVIOUS OF THE GOODNESS OF SUCH A SOUL. ENSCONCED IN THE ORIFICE OF PUBIS…LUST CRYS FOR THE DEAD. ENTWINED WE ARE NOW…FREE FROM THE PANGS OF HER DEMISE.

NO OTHER BEING OF THIS HELL ON EARTH WILL PARTAKE IN MY FEAST OF FLESH CONSUMED BY INFINITE LOVE.

THEY, LIKE ALL OF YOU HAVE COME FROM THE OTHER END OF ORBIT…SEARCHING…FOR THAT WHICH DOES NOT WANT TO BE FOUND.

THEY, LIKE ALL OF YOU WANT TO CLAIM THAT WHICH DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU AND YOUR WORLD.

MARK MY GRAVE WITH THESE WORDS: THE SLAUGHTER OF ME WILL PRODUCE THE BLOOD OF HER NAKED SOUL. IF I PERISH, SO IT IS…I WILL HAVE ALL THAT I AM INSIDE OF ME. LIFE AND DEATH.