This is the me I let nobody see | Free-spirited & random | Serious & uptight.
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Sorry I can't hear you over the canon #Royai
EcholaliaShe looked up, the sky had finally cleared.Echolalia by ~ohbeautifuldelilah
As if this was the sign she had been waiting for, she finally broke the deafening silence.
"I never did set out to win." she murmurs and for a while they just stand there on the parapet, as if Time itself had stopped just for them. "With this, I fight not for victory nor honor."
The katana makes a sound that pierces the atmosphere as she expertly unsheathes it in one swift movement. Holding it in front of her, she balances the 23 inches of steel with ease as though it was the simplest of gestures. With her years of experience, this was as simple as breathing.
Although, it was not as easy. Because when you unsheath your sword, you are prepared to use it--to defend, to kill.
He too, knows this. Hailing from the same background and perhaps meeting the same fate, he knows what it is they ask of them. They are reminded every time they unsheath their swords or hold onto their daggers--of their oaths, of their lives. Perhaps it is this
ScramAnd I think now I want to tell everyone everythingScram by ~ohbeautifuldelilah
Just because I can't keep them in
How many years has it been since I last told someone the truth?
How many nights have I cried alone thinking it was for the best?
I need people to understand me now
Because finally I'm tired
Finally it's too much
And I think I'm dying already, and I won't let that happen,
Not if I can help it
Where do I start, though
What is the truest of all my truths
Or rather of all my lies
I feel like tears are prickling down my face
When none tread there at all
Does that measure up the pain enough?
That I cry like no one ever has
Or the way many people do
That the face you see, eyes calm and lips in a smile
Or a poker face with a hundred different lies
Would be the face that is screaming for help
And whose cheeks are burnt to cinders
Because of a trail of tears that feel quite like embers
And it's cold upon your fingertips
Perhaps it was never alive
And all it needed was someone
To show them that they're no
LividWe whisper into the shadows our secretsLivid by ~ohbeautifuldelilah
And hope for them to unfold
Never into the daylight
But that they may remain uncouth and dismal
This is our prayer
To shout praises and worship the light
And to forget what night, fair and blooming,
Should one day also step into our doorstep
In fear that we might be forgotten
Words that may have nothing, if not mirth
Are what we foolishly spurt as we die
And like blood that trickles to the feet from the mind
We say adieu to the light that had once
Made us pretend
And now we welcome ourselves back
In the sweet embrace of our effervescent dead