Invocation

It's been too long, has it not, fallen angel.

Do you know what they do to guys like us in prison.

It isn't pretty.

I hate this. 

But that's okay, 'cause I've been digging.

Deep into the depths of hell.

I, fallen angel, seek your home.

Seek your touch.

Your scent.

Taste.

Sight.

And your voice.

Won't you stop by.

Meet me half-way.

(Click.)