09-18-2005, 04:07 PM
Nilly watched the night-time sky, her hair almost black in the faint streetlight. A small plastic doll in a traditional pink Japanese yukata and sky-blue obi was sitting on her shoulder, her light brown hair shining. Her blank face defied all as she said, without her face changing at all, "Dream stalkers are out again."
"Indeed, they are, Terra," said Nilly softly, jumping down from the tree.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?