Broken Angels

We all have our angels of dark desire. We call them by the nameless things, of greed, jealously, strife. We all go down, down, down, into the dark. Sometimes we lose ourselves in the dark, and at other times we find ourselves again.

The shadows hide all. What hands touch yours? Perhaps a friend, perhaps a foe. This is a world of shadows, where everything is obscured by the darkness cast by human hearts, and we are blinded by the pretense of the curtain called reality.


This a nature of humanity. The empty words that span the gap between hearts. The meaning is lost in the scramble to communicate, to self-indulge in the lie that you are indeed special. The comforting words we speak - not for others, but for ourselves, to delude our way to Heaven. This is the way the world ends.

Is not all selfishness? In reaching out, we also reach in, and the motive for kindness is a sense of self-serving justice.