Bruised and afraid, She played at being in love, Always certain the next lover, man or woman, Would be the grand passion of her life, And, when, having invested everything, But none of her soul, Her latest love failed to truly love her, Truly give her what she so desperately sought, She fled back to the man she had destroyed, Declaring what she despised to be perfect, Declaring faithlessness and cruelty to be virtues, Giving nothing, demanding everything, damned and alone. Pray for her soul, which in life burned in hell.