10-01-2008, 07:15 PM
A man with dark red hair and tanned skin was sitting outside a bar, finding the atmosphere inside a bit too stuffy, and he lifted his floppy hair from his good eye; the other was blind, pure white, and had a scar from his hairline to halfway down his cheek. His good eye was a dark gold, but it was apparent it was damaged from how he squinted a bit out at the port. His clothes were a simple white longsleeve shirt and brown slacks that were scuffed black with dirt and mud; he'd been tossed out of another bar the night before. "What ship is that you came off of?"
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?