Waiting For Sunrise Chpt 2 by Sanitys-Oubliette, literature
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Waiting For Sunrise Chpt 2
Chapter 2
Once taken away from the situation, Irene began to let the impact of the scenario run through her head. She has taken a stranger into her home. She should have just called an ambulance and let them take care of it. Perhaps she even should have left the moment she noticed the fight. Would he have died all alone if she had not helped him? Irene sighed as she turned the squeaky faucet, allowing a sturdy stream of warm water to pour out. She pulled up the tab to turn on the shower and got in. Maybe she should phone in sick? Leaving the man behind alone in her house made her uneasy. What if he ruined or stole something? Her fat
Waiting For Sunrise Chpt 1 by Sanitys-Oubliette, literature
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Waiting For Sunrise Chpt 1
The pain was too great, and she could not imagine for how much longer she could endure. She desperately prayed to any greater being for mercy, even if it meant death. Such dark thoughts had seldom captivated her, but she was beyond hoping for a kinder mercy, and had brought herself to accept that her end may come very soon, if she were so fortunate.
Her arms ached so from being held up by those immovable shackles. She knew she could not slip out of them even if she tried. If she did manage to dislocate her thumb and slip through, there was not a chance of her getting out alive. They were there. They would stop her and torture her even
I run my fingers along
Your small, slender spine
Full of thoughts I know are wrong
Now I fill you with them
Inside you are many marks
I left so secretly
Whatever moves or sparks
My desires and emotions
I keep you locked away
So that you cannot testify
To the unacceptable things I say
What I think and how I feel
Yet it amazes me that you
Can bare my bitter burdens
All that I have been through
You hold so deep
How long will you keep
The secrets that hant me still?
When will I be able to sleep?
Secure, knowing that you're guarded
I know that I need you
To remind me of past mistakes
Even though it is true
That I'd rather yo
Silence Without Peace by Sanitys-Oubliette, literature
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Silence Without Peace
The sun was shining
The air was fresh
The birds were singing
And everything was at peace
You report your life as though
Reading word for word
From a children's picture book
I know it's just a delusion
The sun is hiding
The air is stagnant
The birds have flown away
And this silence isn't peace
You may have fooled yourself
You may have fooled the crowds
But I know the world we live in
It followed me here
Go ahead, ignite me some sunshine
And try to cleanse the air
Put out feed for desperate birds
And deny the truth of this silence
Go on and call it peace
I'll call it a stalemate with bodies piling
And I'll prepare for anot
People never want to die
alone,
but do they ever stop to think
about who is there
to witness them
at their very worst?
I only want to pass away
with no watching eyes
or touching hands.
I refuse
to let my loved ones see me
in my final, humbling hour.
I'm too proud to die with friends.
I'm too scared to die with family.
I'm too worried my last words
will be a testimony
to my legacy of shame.
I can't let them hear me
while I prepare for paradise or prison.
I can't let them see me
when my fless undresses my spirit.
So, please, close your eyes and ears
and turn away from me.
Blinded by the Enlightenment by Sanitys-Oubliette, literature
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Blinded by the Enlightenment
The more I see
The more I find
That all my knowledge
Has made me blind
The more I feel
The more I'm aware
My true emotions
Were never really there
The flash of insight
Stunned my eyes
The jaded world
Paralyzed my cries
Our lives are a farce
Of truths lost in this day
Black and white interbred
Birthing austere gray
The rules we created
Are made to be broke
The sense we once shared
Has suffered the last stroke
We search for answers
We already knew
We chase after lies
To make them all true
We reach outside our boxes
To accept all, even sin
But now I am pleading
Please, let me back in
No longer may I return
To the lif
I Will Always Be Alone by Sanitys-Oubliette, literature
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I Will Always Be Alone
Loneliness
The vacuumous trap
Laying within me
Sapping away comfort
Sapping away love
Sapping away life
It dwells within
I walk through crowds
Still, I am alone
Passing by faces
Passing by laughter
Passing by life
I can't escape
The feeling that I'm alone
I feel a hand on my shoulder
Telling about friendship
Telling about acceptance
Telling about life
The hand is cold
Not there, like a ghost
The words are the same
The same falacies
Falacy of comfort
Falacy of love
Falacy of friendship
Falacy of acceptence
Falacy of Life
I'll always be alone
Spare me Your Flattery by Sanitys-Oubliette, literature
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Spare me Your Flattery
Spare me your flattery,
I know that I screwed up.
Don't tell me I'm fine
When that's not sincere
I know I can improve
I know i'm worthless now
You aren't helping me
When you tell me what I want to hear
You are my friend
But you only make me worse
You fail to comprehend
Your sympathy is a curse
I know the truth is cruel
And it'll break my heart
My feelings are rediculed
But the most important part.
Apart
That's how life falls
Not down.
Not over.
Only apart.
Secrets
They whisper sinisterly
Burning up in my chest
Building steam
Trying to burst from within
Lies
I don't care for the ones I tell
Only the truths I withhold
They could set me free
Or destroy me
Or destroy her.
No, they'll destroy us.
Tell
Honesty is devastating
Essential, but cruel
Keep it within
God will forgive me
For not telling the truth.
Falling apart
Desolate
Pock-marked with carnage
Only hate
This is my home
My sanctuary.
War mangled
Desperate
Death and despairing
Too late
This is my home
My santuary
Should I stay
And enter the fray
Until I fall apart?
Should I leave
These burdens relieve
Before I fall away?
No
This is my home
Desecrated santuary
I wake in a dream
Whispering meaningless secret
Can I hear?
Do I listen?
Can I see?
Wake up
The dream is real
I look at my reflection
Displaying a meaningless mask
Can I see?
Do I watch?
Can I feel?
Turn away, the glass shatters
The kaleidoscope world sleeps
I caress the cold, sharp edges
Administering meaningless pain
Can I feel?
Do I ache?
Can I wake?
I drop the shards
And I again fall into consciousness
Can I hear?
Can I see?
Can I feel?
I live in a meaningless world
Do I listen
Do I watch?
Do I ache?
I live in a meaningless dream
Things aren't what they seem
I look for the hidden things
Misplaced, disco-ordinate, without theme
That wants to break me down
Go back
Go Back
Warning from beyond
Be calm
Don't hurry
Be calm
Don't worry
Find it now
Or die trying
One step at a time
I enter the abyss
Where heroism is a crime
And I'm doomed to fate
Go back
Go back
You can't take it
Be sure
Don't stall
Be sure
Don't fall
Find the truth
Or die Trying
Black is White
Night is Day
Twisted sight
Comes Today
Things aren't what they seem
Go back
Go back
Everything is without theme
Be Calm
Be Calm
One step at a time
Be sure
Be sure
I will solve this
Destruction's vice grips me
I tremble but do not bow
Death and carnage is all I see
And all I'll ever know
Gunfire penetrates my body
I do not flinch as I bleed
I charge through hatred's fire
Following foolish lead
I know I'll die tomorrow
Only to live a few more cycles
Of this agony and sorrow
I know this must end
Bring me an end
I'll live for that day
Bring me an end
I won't fall
Give me peace
To finally rest my head
Give me peace
Let me fall
The bitter fear of death
Forms in jaded hearts
As I take a deep breath
And welcome it unto myself
But not with morbid ambition
But with courage that my life was of worth
Disturbed Imagination by Sanitys-Oubliette, literature
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Disturbed Imagination
Drip, drip, drip. Eyes wander to the source. Crimson, thick liquid. Drip, drip, drip. Walking to the tap smelling the salty odur. She turns the tap and watches clear liquid rush out in a stirdy vertical stream. She places her hand in the water, waiting for it to cool. Splash. Her face tingles as the tiny, chilling razers hit her face, the cool water washing away the red. No trace of it now, the blood was never there.
She goes now, turning corners. Ther are shadows everywhere, somewhere to hide. The low growl of a canine jolts her attention. She stops. Without taking a single step she rushes to the back sliding door. Barking. Hissing. Growlin
A smile carved into a face
What do you feel, doll?
I see sadness in your eyes
What is wrong, doll?
Trapped in a lifeless body
What are you thinking, doll?
Wearing the same old attire
What do you want, doll?
Put on a stand for display
What do you see, doll?
You feel trapped
Anguish hurts you
You think of a better life
You want freedom
You covet life
(6-26-03 to 6-27-03)
Turn on this mechanism
Stare into its screen
Leaving the rest of the world
Unseen
Smash the glass
And tear its wires
I can't watch this idiot box anymore
I'm too tired
Push the plastic button
It shows how the world is supposed to be
Shows it with broken homes
And poverty
It shows how to live a ¡"good" life
With cigarettes, alcohol, sex, and money
It shows how good males' lives would be
If they had wives that were air-headed honeys
Showing you the "future" through its screen
And how to be "beautiful"
How to be seen
It kills her self image
It teaches him how to smoke
It makes her want to be caged
It
Eyes meet a mirror
Emptiness gazes back
Soul is imprissioned within the mirror
Body is trapepd without
The world spins around
While the bottom of the heart stands firm
Outside time rushes on
While life in the glass stands still
Unjust Slayers - Extended by Sanitys-Oubliette, literature
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Unjust Slayers - Extended
Many years ago ferocious yet mystical beasts ravaged the land. They ruled the sky and scorched the land with their incinerating breath. They protected their dank, dark homes with their large jagged teeth, powerful jaws, and eviscerating talons. Their scintillating scales never failed to deflect man's arrows and repel man's clubs. These were the dragons: man's greatest enemy. For centuries the dragons terrorized mankind. There wasn't anything they felt they could do. No one knew where they came from or why, but a dragon in the sky was always a bad omen. Many would make many sacrifices to these creatures for safety of they're homes. This us
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Hi, i liked your "Unjust Slayers - Extended" a lot...I'll read the rest of your work later.
Oh, and one more thing: I'll be stalking you..hope you don't mind about that.
I never mind being stalked.... unless I'm literally being stalked and someone starts peering through my window (thought the blinds are usually down int he summer anyway) with binoculars! Eeeee *shudders*
ahh, others that engage in interpersonality conversations. i do too, sometimes.
no you don't!
yes I do.
Prove it!!
Fine, I will!!
BRING IT ON!!
k. TIME TO DIE! HIEEEEEEE!!
<splat>
ahh, much better.
goodbye.