07-28-2006, 07:42 PM
Somewhere on the other side of the same city Ishbel was in, a young man ran through the alleyways, his gold-tinted greenish eyes scared to death. He tripped and fell, scraping his elbows and palms, and he curled up behind a garbage can, his head bowed. Dammit...
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?