Hey Damien *hugs you tight* I remember you. I hope that we can talk soon. You remember my messengers right?
It's light outside, but all I see is the dark.


When night bestows us time to sleep, and summons very souls to dream,
and light becomes as pale as death to cover everything I see.
I know then you will come to me, so sweet, so pure, so mine, so free.
Your voice that steals my every breath, will whisper secrets known to me.