What’s up honey? You crying?
Don’t cry, honey.
Honey?
I SAID DON’T CRY!
Now why’re you lookin’ at me like that for?
Hm?
Why am I being like this?
Now that’s the million dollar question, honey.
I look at the world and all I see is hate.
Yeah, you too.
People dyin’, an’, an’ startin’ wars and stuff.
All this f***ed up s***.
An’ I see so much my head just fills with emotion.
Yeah, even guys like me have their sensitive side.
Everything’s wrong with the world. It’s sick an’ sadistic.
An’ it’s cruel.
It’s like, if there is a God,
A heaven,
He just made us for his own filthy f***in’ enjoyment.
An' when I first met you, first set my eyes on you,
Your pure white teeth, your perfect face,
Your sincere smile,
I thought I’d found an escape route, a retreat.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.
I wanted you so that we’d have kids,
And one day grow old together and be Gran’ma an’ Gran’pa.
I knew that if I was with you, all my hatred, an’- an’- an’-
WOULD YOU JUST STOP LOOKIN’ AT THE FLOOR FOR ONE GODDAMN MINUTE AN’ LISTEN TO ME?
You never new I was this f***in’ angry when you met me, huh honey?
When we were at that altar,
Those vows meant jack s*** to you didn’t they?
I loved you, I gave up everythin’ for you, and you shoved it back in my face,
All for him, all for that punk that would never give you the life you need.
You made a mistake, honey.
An’ now he’s dead,
An’ nothing you ever say or do in this lifetime will bring him back,
Or make me forgive you.
Don’t cry, honey.
Sure you have reason to cry.
You ruined your life and now you’re gonna die,
All because you’ve been a f***ing b**** and destroyed my one chance at bein’ normal.
But most of all you chose the wrong guy to mess with.
Y’know, when I found out about you an’… an’ him, my love for you evaporated.
Instantaneous.
An’ now you’ll evaporate too.
Stop cryin’, honey, not again,
You don’t wanna look a mess when you’re dead, do you?
That’s right, make yourself look pretty,
An’ count to ten.
Coz’ it’s gonna be one heck of a ride from now on.
Prepare to die.
A speech this murderer made to his wife after he killed her adulterous lover and just before he killed her. It could be classed as a poem, but really it's a monologue. Rate pls. Did in my spare time about a week ago.
