Clacka-clacka. Clacka-clacka.
The sound repeats over and over;
Creating stitches to connect two things.
The action is such a simple thing to do;
All she has to do is pin the two things together and then let the noise ring.
Can it be said that this can represent life itself?
All is in the eye of the beholder.
Can she do it; connect two different people like this?
She tries over and over.
Signs point to failure while others point to success.

The noise ceases, filling the empty room with silence.
Her heart became heavy with dread.
It needed to come back
To fill the room and concentrate her senses to it.
Horrible images filled her mind;
Doom befalling those she held dear:
Sisters paying for her crime
Her closest friend disappearing from her,
Forever falling with her braking heart.

Clacka-clacka. Clacka-claka.
Her sorrows disappear with the sound.
A new line of stitching was beginning;
A new life would be soon.
It happens every day,
But why is this haunting her now
As the she creates the new stitch?
Clacka-clacka-clacka-clacka-clacka-clacka-clacka.
Such thoughts are forced back, locked up for a different day.

Hope always comes to those that keep their head up
Keep faith and believe;
Nothing will disappear.

1111

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life.
Is that going to be the answer to the pled?
Tyranny answers with such things.
There is no regard to age, race, or sex;
The crime was committed and Tyranny called for justice
Even when it was they that originally caused it.

Winds penetrated through the clothed hood,
Making ears sharply freeze.
The girl huddled closer to herself to fight the cold.
The wind made her ears ring with its cold song.
People nearby only felt the cold,
They couldn't hear the song like she.
The smell of smoke was in the air;
Fires burning in shops and homes;
Only she could smell the cooking meals within.

What was she to do about this,
The little pile of shit that her friend had created?
She had put words in her mouth
Which were spoken to another person, no less.
She cannot deny what was said.
As she hated to admit, it was the truth;
Her heart yearned for Him,
The young, silver-haired man
Whose fangs had pierced her skin
And hers His.

The wind ceases with the closing of the door,
Her body beginning to warm.
There's a small fire burning in the back;
The smoke carried the sweet smell of the wood on which it burned.
She handed a man near the fire a small cylinder,
Asking him to give the memories a form.
The memories required shape
So He would never forget them.
To show Him that he can smile,
Show Him that His life was not filled with darkness.
He had a light to show Him the way
And that light was her.
The man obliged; saying he would return them by Sunday
But she had to be quick before he closed his doors at 3.
The day made her heart sink.
Was it a coincident
Or was fate being cruel?
Was everything to come to an end?

The sweet smoke faded,
The wind returning.
What did it mean to her,
The exchange of their fangs?
Was it her heart speaking to her
Or was it the animal inside?
Was it an everlasting feeling
Or only a craving until the next meal comes?
Her body began to show hunger;
Memories of His taste filling her mind.
Her stomach became sick to this.
She was not an animal;
She had her common sense and knew wrong from right.
But how long can she hold;
How long can she stay together?

How long can He remain the same;
How long can He stay sane?

She needed to help,
Give Him the medicine to end His sickness.
But will He accept;
Will He be willing to do it?
Will she be able to perform one last final act of selflessness
Before bidding Good-bye?

DONE! -chibi faint- Sorry for being so late! I had to write the first few paragraphs for an English paper and I have had a brain cramp on this the whole two weeks of waiting. Hopefully you guys aren't too confused on this style. I think it's pretty obvious to who's POV the two poem-things are in.

Thanks to Kemino SaiJin, BinaryP0wnage, lmamc, shirosuki sakura, and DeadlyVampire-DayDream Corp. for reviewing last chapter. Glad you all enjoyed it.

Next planed update is October 30. I don't know how much writing I'll be able to get done. I have no ideas at all. I do have the rest of the story planned out on paper, it's right in front of me, but I have no ideas or inspiration. Can you awesome people help me out? Just give me encouragement or something fangasming related. Fanarts? Fanfic of my fanfic? Juist some thoughts. Hopefully I'll get my brain working again soon. Ja ne!