THE REVELATION OF NICOLE

I am an angel fighting devils.
Tender goodness soaked in sin.  
Deceit gestates in a broken soul,
from the hope of passion lost.
Selfishness bred of loneliness,
infecting righteousness with malintent.
The pain inflicted justified by the salve.
But there is no truth in dishonesty,
and no air for love to breathe without truth.
So felled by the hope in her smile,
I lie now broken.
The depth of my descent revealed.