you were cast down in fire, clothed in despair,
an angel dethroned, condemned to the air.
Wings black with ruin, hearts bound in flame,
we whispered salvation through sorrow and shame.
Your lips tasted ash, yet they burned into mine,
your touch was a chalice of venom, divine.
In shadows we carved our unholy creed,
love as damnation, yet all that we need.
No heaven awaits us, no choir will sing—
only the silence of broken wings.
Yet here in the wreckage, I know it is true:
my hell is salvation, because it is you.