• Darkness came to lonely Love and said, "Give me your words, your voice, and in return I shall give you affection." So Love gave up voice for affection, but Darkness vanished, turning Love to Hate.
    "Love, come whisper your sweet words to me." Dreams pleaded, but Love would not speak for Love was now Hate.
    "Dreams, forever more, hold me tight to keep me from breaking!" Heart cried, but Dreams had died from Love's retreat.
    "Heart, oh beloved Heart, if you break I shalt not exist.." Salvation worded to the wind for Heart was laying crumpled and jaded.
    "Salvation, Salvation! Please grasp my hand so I shalt not drown in this deep sorrow!" Soul gasped, but Salvation had already faded.

    "Now there is nothing left of me." The broken angel said as blood made red ribbons down her pale arms, but she could not feel her wounds.
    "I cannot bare this pain!" With no Love, no Dreams, no Heart, there was no Salvation to save her Soul.
    The angel's black wings were broken and foul
    Laced with bloody bondings
    Corrupt and useless without any fond things.
    Who would, who could, love something that is broken?
    And dangerous like shattered glass?
    No one, no one, as she drank from her flask.
    So she was left to sink,
    The broken angel of sorrow.
    Left to die
    With no hopes for tomorrow.