Scene Three
::lights up::
::deathless one and three stand stage right::
::little girl is still frame with hand in the air as if being dragged stage center mid drop little girl being dragged off stage, but not moving, framed like she is being dragged off, but again not moving::
Deathless two: :: enters from stage left towards child carrying the lollipop:: suns grazing death beneath a fog of frivolous forces forced into furious movements of motions emotionless to the touch of man to his death upon the rock of our lives dashed destitly before the mighty hand of fate and her wears. ::walks behind child and grabs her arm child does not move:: this thusly to impose the impedance of our importance upon this face, this for forced world of wanton wears, where's the point in this that we cling just to grasp upon our lost hold of a thread that would set us better to a place not to fall into the inner instances that would set us to fail. I now grasp at what I would have taken with no thought to grasp as I would please, to take! taken with whom I took for what to take that was not of mine, mindless now I find I am quite worthless with out mine, in mine without mine, I have forgone my soul to brand upon mine heart a seal that would serve to forever seal mine sins to soul and let it be set ablaze by its own frozen life.
::three set right of scene one to left of scene::
Two: from what I can hear of the voiceless calling, the screams that they make burn mine eyes with such a vibrant color of pain and broken trust. A trust not stolen in that I shunt not fear what I am but what I have become, it being not in the way that I am afraid not of my shadow, but of the body that hath cast it… oh such a sweetness snuffed by a stagnant smothering smog of pedophilic presence, to present not persistence in the ways of truth and peace, but of pleasured pains in my plain view of the domain.
Three: a breath of life smothered in her search
One: lost is what was and never to what ever shall be in this trim of life
Three: always
One: never
Two: forever, in our never ending together
Child: ::with a start:: but my mommy said…
Two: I hath not the will to break…
Child: ::screams, but remains still::
::as child screams one exits right and three exits left::
Two: ::as is slowly pulling child off back stage:: I feel the whip of the endless lashes, I am for what I feel in it not the pain it brings but the sick sensation of relations passed between me and the pain, I drown not in the rain, but you in mine tears, as I try and make it right, no matter the outcome, I know the result and in that I have my punishment, my confinement in the filth of my crime ::trails off::…
::child; two exit rear stage::
::lights die::
(fin scene three)
Scene Four
::lights up to find house wife mid stage cowering behind broom::
::deathless one and two stand rear stage center::
Three: ::enters from stage right:: From what it may seem I cannot bring it again, to long did it run, as a knife it ran through, through the throat of hopes to come and the heart of joy to feel, it shall all remain unfelt through what no longer can be healed. I see now! That has been my undone, but I have but only an empty soul to see and with that I have no touch nor a chance to redeem. I see not in this a justice, but only a hate that should bring in me an even more abundant rage regardless the guard of gauged grounds under no command, I commend mine soul to thee shalt it serve to search the earth's careless care of corruption that would hath bred me to my filigree. If the might of night shant end into a frozen black and leave me there to be left not alone but to mine end, I would find peace in that, but has it not just reared its untamed head towards me in a tear of teaming trespass? ::stops at wife:: ::tenderly:: did you now know of my love…
:: woman, with a start, shakes head no, and as if hit falls to the floor clasping face and cowering::
Three:: it shall always be…
::one and two move to scene one to right and two to left::
Woman: ::grabs knife:: ::looks to the sky:: ::weeping:: I cannot take another moment of this life, ::three whispers along:: since God shall show his hate form e through a man I shall end it this nightmare by mine own hand, control is now mine!
Three: not for how it should ever end, I feel not now what I would have then but in that this is that I might be trapped in the hole of despair to find out only upon the bottom, we shall keep falling…
One: a never ending fall
Two: racing past the past into the present but hitting nothing and starting over before the future
::slashes wrists:: :one exits left and two exits right::
Three: an own life snuffed, should have taken in mine that I might bear your life, an not you pain…
::light fades to black::
(fin scene four)
Scene Five
::blue back lights up to reveal all three deathless dead center stage One in the middle two to his right and three to his left::
One: a tales closing ties, those which set it apart to its own self
Two: Set it to fall as it always shall
Three: never to falter the end
All: but to let it serve as a new begin
One: One
Two: Last
Three: Nightmare before it shall end would be a godsend from the powers of the will that shalt hold unwilling souls here
Two: nor there or a place of comfort and love, no forgiveness only pain from all times to only bring it in its endless waves
One: what rage could have foreseen this in what is or what it should begin by ending in it as for to end in the foreground to begin with a softly spoken touch…
Three: to touch upon a surface less face
Two: not seen yet always aware in that it may have well wasted away from yesterday's death in tomorrow
One: know not what it will hath become in what it is shall entrance the night to sing only a bitter sweet elegy of tomorrows lost lark
All: here ends in the beginning, full circled to the end to begin swift again, I fold not to the bend of time, but yet am crushed by it for to never die…::light slow fades to total black::
::single spot stage lip right::
Three: ::dead right head bowed arms folded::
Why must this be our tribulation? Our repent for our sin. Just a simple man was I in my lust and my faith worn thin, but this is the pain the cross that has splintered into our shoulders into our hearts and our souls stand to serve as a reminder that we are the deathless ones, blind to the worlds beauty and all that she holds in the truth of irony and a flower, our eyes closed to only see what is on the in side the stride toward the sin was short, but not the repentance for the resurrected requiem of the dead is a deafening whisper. This is our void, the bottomless pit filled to the top with endless shame, a blame to force us into the shackles of our plight, the endless night to right the wrongs of our life…::pause:: it may seem to end now but the end has ended into the beginning and the night never ends…::short pause:: we tried to died but fate held its course… ::spot dies::
::single spot stage lip right::
Two: ::dead left head bowed hands folded in front::
To loud in its cry to us, to much to ask we are to small to weak for such a task to relive forever, never, a never ending forever. In life it was simple pains to push away the feelings of a soul but now it has too much of a role. The flower is dead decayed in the hands of a child, the sweet smell sold to Satan for the immensities of a soulless plane to see through mine panes into an empty void as the sentry at the entrance of my fears falls to the quick death drown in mine tears ::pause:: ::aloof:: its to much to bear, the loss of the rose was bad enough but the remaining of its essences is the true curse. For our onslaught sought for no redeem, sought to seek the search for never known scenes.. ::spot dies::
::single spot stage lip center::
One: ::Dead Center head bowed arms out crucifix style::
And now we have been shown and we are trembling with fear at a horror we've known and the pain we share, For each we did out of hate, For each we did create... Yes they were us that is what we did, that is why we are here, To repay with pain in our sorrow we now feel. Our fate we sealed with the cast off of our souls, our souls which returned to us only upon our deaths to breath into us new life in our torment. Beware your life and in it what you do for you may end up here and feel the remorse that will ensue, we ran ramped in the dusk for ::raises head:: WE ARE THEDEATHLESS ONES ::opens eyes to reveal only black:: cold our blood forever runs... we are that which curses the night, we are those that are shown in lost might, empowered in life by the hate and the pain that we wrought, WE ARE THE DEATHLESS ONE and now our sins forever done… ::steps back out of spot into the dark::
::curtains close::
Fin
::lights up::
::deathless one and three stand stage right::
::little girl is still frame with hand in the air as if being dragged stage center mid drop little girl being dragged off stage, but not moving, framed like she is being dragged off, but again not moving::
Deathless two: :: enters from stage left towards child carrying the lollipop:: suns grazing death beneath a fog of frivolous forces forced into furious movements of motions emotionless to the touch of man to his death upon the rock of our lives dashed destitly before the mighty hand of fate and her wears. ::walks behind child and grabs her arm child does not move:: this thusly to impose the impedance of our importance upon this face, this for forced world of wanton wears, where's the point in this that we cling just to grasp upon our lost hold of a thread that would set us better to a place not to fall into the inner instances that would set us to fail. I now grasp at what I would have taken with no thought to grasp as I would please, to take! taken with whom I took for what to take that was not of mine, mindless now I find I am quite worthless with out mine, in mine without mine, I have forgone my soul to brand upon mine heart a seal that would serve to forever seal mine sins to soul and let it be set ablaze by its own frozen life.
::three set right of scene one to left of scene::
Two: from what I can hear of the voiceless calling, the screams that they make burn mine eyes with such a vibrant color of pain and broken trust. A trust not stolen in that I shunt not fear what I am but what I have become, it being not in the way that I am afraid not of my shadow, but of the body that hath cast it… oh such a sweetness snuffed by a stagnant smothering smog of pedophilic presence, to present not persistence in the ways of truth and peace, but of pleasured pains in my plain view of the domain.
Three: a breath of life smothered in her search
One: lost is what was and never to what ever shall be in this trim of life
Three: always
One: never
Two: forever, in our never ending together
Child: ::with a start:: but my mommy said…
Two: I hath not the will to break…
Child: ::screams, but remains still::
::as child screams one exits right and three exits left::
Two: ::as is slowly pulling child off back stage:: I feel the whip of the endless lashes, I am for what I feel in it not the pain it brings but the sick sensation of relations passed between me and the pain, I drown not in the rain, but you in mine tears, as I try and make it right, no matter the outcome, I know the result and in that I have my punishment, my confinement in the filth of my crime ::trails off::…
::child; two exit rear stage::
::lights die::
(fin scene three)
Scene Four
::lights up to find house wife mid stage cowering behind broom::
::deathless one and two stand rear stage center::
Three: ::enters from stage right:: From what it may seem I cannot bring it again, to long did it run, as a knife it ran through, through the throat of hopes to come and the heart of joy to feel, it shall all remain unfelt through what no longer can be healed. I see now! That has been my undone, but I have but only an empty soul to see and with that I have no touch nor a chance to redeem. I see not in this a justice, but only a hate that should bring in me an even more abundant rage regardless the guard of gauged grounds under no command, I commend mine soul to thee shalt it serve to search the earth's careless care of corruption that would hath bred me to my filigree. If the might of night shant end into a frozen black and leave me there to be left not alone but to mine end, I would find peace in that, but has it not just reared its untamed head towards me in a tear of teaming trespass? ::stops at wife:: ::tenderly:: did you now know of my love…
:: woman, with a start, shakes head no, and as if hit falls to the floor clasping face and cowering::
Three:: it shall always be…
::one and two move to scene one to right and two to left::
Woman: ::grabs knife:: ::looks to the sky:: ::weeping:: I cannot take another moment of this life, ::three whispers along:: since God shall show his hate form e through a man I shall end it this nightmare by mine own hand, control is now mine!
Three: not for how it should ever end, I feel not now what I would have then but in that this is that I might be trapped in the hole of despair to find out only upon the bottom, we shall keep falling…
One: a never ending fall
Two: racing past the past into the present but hitting nothing and starting over before the future
::slashes wrists:: :one exits left and two exits right::
Three: an own life snuffed, should have taken in mine that I might bear your life, an not you pain…
::light fades to black::
(fin scene four)
Scene Five
::blue back lights up to reveal all three deathless dead center stage One in the middle two to his right and three to his left::
One: a tales closing ties, those which set it apart to its own self
Two: Set it to fall as it always shall
Three: never to falter the end
All: but to let it serve as a new begin
One: One
Two: Last
Three: Nightmare before it shall end would be a godsend from the powers of the will that shalt hold unwilling souls here
Two: nor there or a place of comfort and love, no forgiveness only pain from all times to only bring it in its endless waves
One: what rage could have foreseen this in what is or what it should begin by ending in it as for to end in the foreground to begin with a softly spoken touch…
Three: to touch upon a surface less face
Two: not seen yet always aware in that it may have well wasted away from yesterday's death in tomorrow
One: know not what it will hath become in what it is shall entrance the night to sing only a bitter sweet elegy of tomorrows lost lark
All: here ends in the beginning, full circled to the end to begin swift again, I fold not to the bend of time, but yet am crushed by it for to never die…::light slow fades to total black::
::single spot stage lip right::
Three: ::dead right head bowed arms folded::
Why must this be our tribulation? Our repent for our sin. Just a simple man was I in my lust and my faith worn thin, but this is the pain the cross that has splintered into our shoulders into our hearts and our souls stand to serve as a reminder that we are the deathless ones, blind to the worlds beauty and all that she holds in the truth of irony and a flower, our eyes closed to only see what is on the in side the stride toward the sin was short, but not the repentance for the resurrected requiem of the dead is a deafening whisper. This is our void, the bottomless pit filled to the top with endless shame, a blame to force us into the shackles of our plight, the endless night to right the wrongs of our life…::pause:: it may seem to end now but the end has ended into the beginning and the night never ends…::short pause:: we tried to died but fate held its course… ::spot dies::
::single spot stage lip right::
Two: ::dead left head bowed hands folded in front::
To loud in its cry to us, to much to ask we are to small to weak for such a task to relive forever, never, a never ending forever. In life it was simple pains to push away the feelings of a soul but now it has too much of a role. The flower is dead decayed in the hands of a child, the sweet smell sold to Satan for the immensities of a soulless plane to see through mine panes into an empty void as the sentry at the entrance of my fears falls to the quick death drown in mine tears ::pause:: ::aloof:: its to much to bear, the loss of the rose was bad enough but the remaining of its essences is the true curse. For our onslaught sought for no redeem, sought to seek the search for never known scenes.. ::spot dies::
::single spot stage lip center::
One: ::Dead Center head bowed arms out crucifix style::
And now we have been shown and we are trembling with fear at a horror we've known and the pain we share, For each we did out of hate, For each we did create... Yes they were us that is what we did, that is why we are here, To repay with pain in our sorrow we now feel. Our fate we sealed with the cast off of our souls, our souls which returned to us only upon our deaths to breath into us new life in our torment. Beware your life and in it what you do for you may end up here and feel the remorse that will ensue, we ran ramped in the dusk for ::raises head:: WE ARE THEDEATHLESS ONES ::opens eyes to reveal only black:: cold our blood forever runs... we are that which curses the night, we are those that are shown in lost might, empowered in life by the hate and the pain that we wrought, WE ARE THE DEATHLESS ONE and now our sins forever done… ::steps back out of spot into the dark::
::curtains close::
Fin