To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Dear Sam (Of Brothers and Bedlam)

Sammy,

Why did you have to be so ashamed

To be this grotesque monster, to ever change?

Slithering demons at first you tried to swat away

But you succumbed into evil, letting your heart sway

Your blood flows with taint, and yet you feel so good

Does feeling so powerful make your mind delude?

Someone else whispers lies, curling tongue behind your ear

The girl you thought saved your life reduces your soul to tears

~*~

Sammy,

Can't you please learn to forgive

Even when you're the one that tends to deceive?

You both have your sins that earned you a spot in hell

Not one of you is innocent, that much you and your brother can tell

Both of you wish to end the war, when one truly was the cause

Your jobs your father forced you to, your fleeting souls have cost

The end of the world is leering dangerously near

And you two are willing throw away your lives to be unknown martyrs

~*~

Sammy,

Won't you come back home

Where your brother laments for leading you to your doom?

He doesn't care much for the apocalypse if you are led astray

Making desperate deals with angels just so you would stay

Brothers by blood, even though you're separated

You still call out each other's names when you feel dessicated

Never mind the Armageddon, never mind the darkness that's veiled

Just as long as you have someone by your side, everything will be okay.

~*~