Literature
When I fall asleep
As I sleep, when you are holding me, those are the times I am most happy.
Why is it that with you, I have this feeling of pure joy and love that I have never felt before.
Your past full of pain and hate thanks to the humans that you encountered because of your different looks as it drove you back to the hell that you live in.
The day I meet you, seeing that glow of red in front of me as you slowly appeared. Looking up at you, not human nor Devil, but to me, that did not matter. I wasn't like most people that you have encountered. No judgment comes from my eyes to you. All I see is a man that has been hurt. A man that needs someone to be th
