i think of many things at night. SOme good, some not good at all. SOme things that make me laugh, others that bring me pain. Maybe im jilted, maybe i don't believe in all the things I want to believe in. Angels and demons to me are seperated only by geography. After all, how clean and pretty are angels, the warriors of god, if on one hand as warririors the tips of their feathers are coated in blood.