The doors and the windows are salted.
The ghosts won't dare make a peep.
The sigils are painted and the demon traps set.
Please go the fuck to sleep.
I fixed the Impala up better than ever.
Baby's not some piece of shit Jeep.
She's been ruling the roads since I was four years old.
Now go the fuck to sleep.
We took out the yellow-eyed demon.
We slaughtered his minions like sheep.
You're not having visions. That's bullshit. Stop lying.
Lay the fuck down, Sammy, and sleep.
The Ghostfacers will stay outta trouble.
We taught them to look before they leap.
You've never been worried about them before.
What the fuck? I'm not buying it. Sleep.
Everyone in this small town has turned in for the night.
All the leads we did thoroughly sweep.
Hell no, you can't go to the library now.
You know where you can go? The fuck to sleep.
No, I'm not hungry or horny.
Even for you, those excuses are cheap.
You're starting to get on my nerves now, Sam.
For real, shut the fuck up and sleep.
The Croats and the virus they carry are gone.
We left them all dead in a heap.
Why do all this other shit for your health,
When you won't wind the fuck down and sleep?
The apocalypse ain't gonna happen.
We never gave in to those creeps.
I opened the cage. You threw them in Hell.
We fucking deserve some sleep.
Garth's gonna crash in the common room.
I feel responsible for his upkeep.
Fuck Mr. Fizzles. You're not bringing him shit.
Close your eyes. Cut the crap. Sleep.
It's game over for Lucifer.
That bastard can read'em and weep.
You know he's not there. We've talked about this.
The head games are finished. So sleep.
The Leviathan are done for.
I stabbed Dick Roman deep.
We'll send them all back to Purgatory,
After you fucking get some sleep.
We've got a real place to call home now, Sam.
We're finally with our own keep.
We each have a room. And a couch. And a stove.
What more do you want, Dude? Sleep.
We'll close the gates of Hell for good.
And Crowley, at last, we will reap.
It's at the top of our to-do list, believe me.
Just shut your piehole and sleep.
Eventually you close your eyes.
I pray for once that you'll oversleep.
As I crawl into my bed, the phone rings. [Son of a bitch!]
We're never gonna get any sleep.
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A Collection Of Supernatural Poems
PoesíaThis is just a collection of poems I decided to put together. I didn't write any of these poems and will give all credit to the authors if I possible, and I apologize ahead of time if I cannot find your name. If your poem is included in the collecti...
