Isn't it great that life is just so black and white?
I just let out my one, darkest secret to the one person I'm most terrified of.
Never before have I loved the lie so much more.
Solace-Sakti stood just inside the shadows, clutching the pillar with all her fright, still unsure if she was ready to see what she- somewhere deep inside- knew she would definitely see. She clearly wasn’t too adept in any of the surreptitious arts. There was no need for the cloak and dagger when she had a festering mass of hatred to swallow her up not fifty meters afore. But maybe it was just a little forgetfulness. We’re all entitled to oblivion when we see what she saw.Solace by SekT7
-And what she saw was glorious, indeed.
-Her friends, or rather, who once were her friends, were drunk on the death-step march down the middle of a town she once called home. It felt like in the last three months, all her life had turned to what “was once her” anything. She’d lost her voice, her brother, her choice, thoughts, closure, and now, she saw every definition of the word “home” crushed under the iron gait of a man plagued by power.
-The sting of the inferno caught her eyes
What're Words Worth?When I was a boy I never thought much for love.What're Words Worth? by SekT7
It was word with no hold in my head,
And I knew with it I’d never bother more.
Next time, I’d given heart, and it sent out a spark
The gears turned in place and I swear
I felt something start to leave a mark.
There was a scent or two, now not worth a dime,
But while it was here, all my worries
Seemed so far gone in the mask of time.
I knew I’d need nothing more in life.
They say there’s a point to everything,
But what’s it all worth?
I’m sitting here, guitar in hands,
And it’s all that’s got some girth.
Watched as you slipped out of view
And I can’t say that I’m hurt.
I knew you as a friend for life
But I guess to you it’s dirt.
Now I’m a man and I’ve tasted life.
The sands have seared my feet
And knowledge lies ripe on my mind.
I’m a few days late, but hey it’s always time
To see a friend go down to the streets
And live the messy Chicago Painted