The few times when you spread those beautiful black wings are so rare.

Those deep hidden golden eyes of yours,

Look upon me with silence that speaks it all.

Please give me just one more look before you bury them again behind those black sun glasses. How I despise them for stealing your look yet I know you cannot live without them in this world.

For those moments of your gaze, those moments of hidden touch, for this moment of serenity I have fallen, I am playing the part of an angel but it is just a mask, a lie and nothing more because I have fallen for you Edens ago.

I feel shame and dirt keep trying to obey my God. The God I love who created all creation. But no matter how hard I try I will keep falling for you because your smell of temptation is so warming, and from your body language it seems that you're going trough your personal hell with pride, I envy you for that.

When you put on that irritating bastard smile of yours...

At that moment all I want is you. Only you, no God, no Heaven, no Hell.

Nothing else exists but us... well apart for a really good restaurant and that ever played Queen in your car radio, it lets us drive for a short while and forget the world should soon be once again upon our shoulders, but for now let us drive and forget the world behind.

We will never admit to being more then close friends or “eternal rivals” if you will.

We could not afford the price; I can't stand the thought of your faders shade fall to pieces. Still, I wonder how can my punishment be more painful than this mental hole in my aura? And as my blood will fall finally my mental and physical state will be tacked again as one.

I sniff the sheets. All that's left is that faint burnt smell of yours to promise me I didn't dream last night and the one before. Though I wish I had. I stay lazying in bed before starting another day that will seem too long. Going to read about love that prevails and daydream my lost hopes. I wish you could stay just a bit longer but you warned me long before, "oh, Crowley, How cruel demons can be?" but it seems the only answer is silence.

Putting on a smile which still holds some truth and much more sadness I arrive at my quiet store, my last quiet place. Still stuck with long hard thoughts, I open one of my 'a bit more artistic' bibles, I see the passage

"How the mighty can't be fallen?"

I can't cry and still one tear is falling as I think that my life is just as much an error as this passage.

Yet I hold one small hope. The God I love, my Lord of creation, He is the one who created you too and in His endless love there is a room for you.

For that last hope I spread my white wings with some sense of pride, small yet existing pride. Crowley maybe one day you will find out about God's love but as much as His love is endless He can't love you like I do, He doesn't know you as I do.

Yet I wish to know more

But when I try, those golden eyes of yours with their hidden pain and desire...

When you finally show them to me, when you leave the mask behind, I know it's time for sacred silence again.

I am a fallen angel; I will fall again and again for you.

Oh, Crowley demons can be so very cruel.

The reason this not suck is thanks to morphia

For beta me, thanks!!!