APostingGod
12-05-2009, 04:59 AM
The scene opens as a man sits alone on a chair, smoking a cigarette. He lets it hang off his lips for a moment until he flicks it to the ground. He then rubs a bit of sweat of his face, but stops to feel a scar across his left cheek. He smiles and then begins to speak. His speech is slow and methodical, he’s to dominating of figure to ever talk fast.
Horrid fact of life they tell me, scars lasting forever. Couldn’t tell you where I got most of them, but I sure wont forget my love scar. She loved me that girl, every time I ****** her, I heard her moan it. Too bad love ain’t always a good thing like sex. Sometime it’s a scar, pulsing every time you think about it, painful as if it’s a fresh would. Yeah, this scar is my memory of her and her love. A testament to the hurt I made her feel when she had to think about me on top of someone else. Yeah, she taught me a lesson, a ******* lesson that I see every time I look in the mirror. My love scar, like the plastic covering up a urine soaked coach, it’s an ugliness people focus on every time they see this face, hiding the true filth that is my life.
They call me Cole, don’t know why, and don’t give a shit about learning. I gave up trying to carry anything that would identify me as anyone’s son a long time ago. No, I’m just a soldier to the machine now. Waking up everyday meaning to make enough money to keep up on addictions. Yeah, pain is needy bitch when you got the kind of scars I do. She needs her relief, and relief ain’t cheap - if you know what I’m sayin’. And ain’t nothing but a pill going to shut my bitch up.
Too bad for all of you, I’m coming to pay my bills in EWE. Making a bit a living by funding your addictions. No, ain’t nothing personal about it, ain’t nothing more than a job and a regular check. Just happens that my scars are going to cause yours. JUST happens that I may take a bit of joy of it. No, I ain’t going to moan like no bitch, but I’m going to love it like I loved ******* her, you better believe that.
Sorry, but I will dominate you, I will punish you. I will give you scars.
I do apologize for that.
He stands up off of his chair, and exit the room without another word. The scene slowly fades to black.
Horrid fact of life they tell me, scars lasting forever. Couldn’t tell you where I got most of them, but I sure wont forget my love scar. She loved me that girl, every time I ****** her, I heard her moan it. Too bad love ain’t always a good thing like sex. Sometime it’s a scar, pulsing every time you think about it, painful as if it’s a fresh would. Yeah, this scar is my memory of her and her love. A testament to the hurt I made her feel when she had to think about me on top of someone else. Yeah, she taught me a lesson, a ******* lesson that I see every time I look in the mirror. My love scar, like the plastic covering up a urine soaked coach, it’s an ugliness people focus on every time they see this face, hiding the true filth that is my life.
They call me Cole, don’t know why, and don’t give a shit about learning. I gave up trying to carry anything that would identify me as anyone’s son a long time ago. No, I’m just a soldier to the machine now. Waking up everyday meaning to make enough money to keep up on addictions. Yeah, pain is needy bitch when you got the kind of scars I do. She needs her relief, and relief ain’t cheap - if you know what I’m sayin’. And ain’t nothing but a pill going to shut my bitch up.
Too bad for all of you, I’m coming to pay my bills in EWE. Making a bit a living by funding your addictions. No, ain’t nothing personal about it, ain’t nothing more than a job and a regular check. Just happens that my scars are going to cause yours. JUST happens that I may take a bit of joy of it. No, I ain’t going to moan like no bitch, but I’m going to love it like I loved ******* her, you better believe that.
Sorry, but I will dominate you, I will punish you. I will give you scars.
I do apologize for that.
He stands up off of his chair, and exit the room without another word. The scene slowly fades to black.