Blood slides across the razor.
The gash has opened never to be closed again.
This ocean of twisted love never stopping never ending.
Flood of crimson colors soon consume the pale surface.
The armor is only what was once a human.
All it is a shell of confusion.
Cracked, broken, non-moving, always vigilent.
Happiness has long since fled from the rusted hands that failed to close in time.
Angel is weeping knowing no answer impaled with the saddest questions.
Heart of the shell is sinking.
The shell is wanting.
The shell is needing.
Angel hasn't noticed.
The vapors of despair are breathed infinitly.
No escape from the toxicity.
From beneathe the metal mask.
Hearing the cries of the falllen.
There is hidden red.
Soul of this shell, the key, the Angel's wish.
No compromise, all sacrifice.
Shells were once human too.

Demon! Demon!
Your deed is nearing completion!
Demon! Demon!
Where are you!?
Rusted arms cannot hold this, take the burden!
Lovers made, lovers broken!
This nectar has been tasted!
Taken away!
Shattered the shield!
Devestated the body!
Have you feasted enough!?

The life, stolen.
Simple words, mistook meanings.
The heart, weakening, but there.
The love?
Clinging.
Heart over mind, mind over heart.
Coming together as a single notion.
Shout the despair away.
Nothing left to fight with, yet the fight fights on.
Cold mist of a winters chill, disguise of a tragedy.
Cracking the bones dissovling the flesh.
Hanging in the shell next to a dieing heart.
A key, unlocking all meanings.

"The love is eternal, but the mind is short.
The body gone, and the hope escaping.
This shell has found as much as it could.
What are the Angel's findings?"
"Nothing to be found.
Oppertunities of new life abundant.
The past has been destroyed.
A weaker bond must be formed.
To maintain a safer peace."

Combine the light, the hope, the love, the shell, the blood, the memories, the key.
Create a divine light in which a new energy is made.
It reads "goodbye" the shell defeated.
In this final burst of all of this shell, its last energy, the remaining seconds.
The ear splitting haunting horrifying.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

The wind blew, the dust cleared.
Leaving behind memories.
And a Key.

Two minus one equals none.