It amuses me to wonder on how could such an Angel own lusting desires to my agony. It brings sadistic joy to her face to see me bleed. I hope she knows I would if I could and just to see her smile once in awhile. To you, I am the blind devil hindsights contradiction in our persona. I try to watch over her before daylight befalls me. You really seem to take the form of someone I know, but you're different. I wished I knew who you are. But you shall retain to stay an Angel in my dreams. For what I call you this? Because you are. I'll try not to wake up next time if this pleases you to stay longer.