Monologue

Kraig Monologue from In the Morgue

From In the Morgue by Sada Cowan

male · anguished · 44 sec

If only the living could have what is spent on the dead. All the waste ... the hateful waste. Flowers wilting in dead hands. Stones weighing down dead hearts. While living bodies famish and living eyes burn for the sight of beauty. Oh, I wonder the dead don't scream out at our madness. I wonder the graves don't burst with the pain of it all. Caren. Have they shut me up with a maniac? Have you gone stark out of your mind?

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