.

haunted souls,

we wandered the night

chilled to the bone,

no one understood my plight

soulless hearts,

can such a thing exist?

maybe not,

but I was held in an iron fist

.

golden eyes,

such beautiful lies

scarred hands,

as slippery as sand

battered lives,

how did I get caught in the strife?

because you were the flame,

and I was drawn to your game

.

we were young,

we were in too deep

we didn't care what happened,

we were begging for grief

and now,

your face haunts my dreams

was it worth it, my love,

all those nights we couldn't sleep?

.

and now as I stare at your helpless pleas,

I wonder, what shall I do without your hands on me?

and so we stay, colliding each day

but would we have it any other way?

.

clary and jace have always been such a complex couple, that I always love writing about them. i'd love to hear your thoughts and perceptions about this piece... so... review?