Masochisic InsanitySenses tinglingshowers of needlestickling my skinoh so warmis the bloodthat gushes forthfrom an open woundoh so comfortingis the painthat gushes forthARRGGHH!somebody save me!Senses tinglinga simple prickon the tip of a fingercan you seethe filling that flowsfrom my open woundoh so comfortingis the bloodas it washes awayall my feelingsARRGGHH!must get ridof the misery!
Chronicle 10His eyes widen as he sees the blade thrusted into the wood with force. He doesn't even bother to look where it came from ,and leaps out of his seat toward Shai, taking her down under his cover as he tackles her immediately.Just seconds after the blade was thrown, a security force sweeps through the area, made up of 5 men , armed and fully armored in black outfits. They quickly swarm over the suspect that threw the blade, taking him to the ground with electric tazers from every angle. Restraining him without another thought about it. They pick him up and carry him off immediately away from the crowd, with strict militant discipline.One of the guys dressed in black approaches them and helps Maet and Shai to their feet. The guy slides his handgun back into its holster behind his back, under his shirt. As he begins to speak, Maet quickly interupts before a word can be spoke, "We're fine. Get out of my sight now." The mysterious man just nods in compliance and walks away after clearing
Release the NegativityToo much negativityinside of my headinside of meits rotting awaymore emotions are slowly deminishingmy heart is nothing but ashesspread over the seaof hatred that flows through megive it awayyou say onto megive it awayyou say onto megive it awayyou say onto mewho should I give it towhere should I aim itgive it to God, give it to mejust get rid of the bad feelingremove it from your systemwhat should I dowhat should I sayit doesn't matterby screaming loudlyor even by breaking somethingjust get rid of it any wayjust as long as it doesn't hurt medon't let it make you angryjust release the negativity.
Chapter 1 - IntrusionHe sits upright as he glances straight ahead toward the door. His pale alabaster lips part as he speaks in a deep, low monotone, "Did you hear that m'love?" He glances down towards the woman lying nude next to him, tangled in black silk sheets that seem almost as smooth and soft as her tender flesh. She mumbles incoherently in response, partially awake. He shakes his head slightly, grinning just a tad before his gray orbs jolt back toward the door immediately.He then whips the sheets off of him, and slides off the side of the bed till his feet set on the floor and he stands to make his way out of the bedroom slowly into the next room as he watches through the open door intently. As he made his way through the door and into the kitchen/dining room, he picks up the small handgun laying on the edge of his dresser, cocking it once as quietly as possible. He sneaks up behind the intruder placing the barrel of the silver plated .50 Desert Eagle to the back of his head and whispers in a hush
Chronicle 7Standing there in a silent stare upon her form, his eyes narrow upon her lilith form noticing she is not aware of his presence. He tilts his head slightly to one side as her lush lips begin to part as she speaks to him. He nearly faints, but holds composure as she begins to say sorry. he places his hand to her forearm and says softly, "...no... no .. its okay.. ".He goes silent again as she continues to speak. Squinting his eyes as he questions her intentions. Then, suddenly she turns and flees from him like he were here to take her away, or punish her for her sins. He frowns slightly as he watches her go for a moment, and then a sudden urge springs forth from within him and he follows behind her in a half sprint. Weaving through the flowing crowd of people, as he chases after her attempting to plead with her as she flees, "..please!.. wait! ..you don't have to run away! .. WAIT!..".Being thrown and tossed about, nearly losing her, until they finally run out of the crowd into an open
Awaiting DeathEach time we arrivewe die... die.. die..every way..every day..moving down along the pathlooking skywardscreaming, "feel my wrath!"you can't control thisnot now, not ever againi'm living in corrupted blissliving up my sinI await deathslowly, taking inmy last sharp breath.
Chronicle 4The year of the Lotus festivities have begun. The sounds of the rythmatic banging of the drums and instruments being played without a hitch, the melodic vibes coursing through the great-oak city of Shehni.Another character that stands out amongst the crowd only to those that know him as the child destined to be next in line for false idolecy behind the Prime Eutrepek Guiver with more power and control than most of them would ever have, lives amongst the Aild in their peaceful city away from the publicity that follows along with his situation and position. Why Etigoh you ask? Well, because the people of Etigoh do not know of the politically elected false Gods, called the Primes. Or at least that is the true definition. If you were to ask one yourself, that being if you were lucky enough to meet one face to face and know about it, they would proclaim to be the true gods.After their daily lessons, the small group of prep-like teenagers, spawned from the most wealthy and power hungry fa