hello, demon,
long time no see. I even thought you’ve lost me.
Could you uncover your face? Tell me where it hurts? I know it hurts, I know I bleed, but I don’t know where have you wounded me. If I knew, I could put a patch on it, stitch it up, put it down.
Are you a mindless creature, tearing my skin just because you’re created as such, or are you a wicked angel tricking me into stumbling over the edge?
Are you the force of ultimate destruction or are you an intricate creature, a pure soul locked inside me, struggling to get free?
If so, are you really willing to get out?
You know, there are demons out here.
