completely indulgent crowley pov poem

fire.

engulfing.

books burning,

left,

right,

up,

down,

all around me.

chopin plays on the turntable to my left,

perfect unity,

though the distortion

melts through the vinyl

like the pain of losing

my best friend

melts through the cold,

broken heart

that rests within me.

he was my better half

was.

the damned–

the damned.

i was damned,

doomed to fall,

fell miles and miles through heaven into hell,

banished,

now he, too,

damned.

damned to heaven,

his personal hell,

a place where i could never return.

god herself

cast me away,

cast me down,

down into the 7 layer dip that burns your tongue

and doesn’t go well with anything.

he’s damned.

i’m damned.

we’re damned together,

on opposite ends of damnation.