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 through 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 lying 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