The knife that pierced Sam's heart
Probably hurt my heart just as much
Cold metal tore his warm chest apart
As his life slowly fell out of my touch
.
Sam's death was all but unbelievable
I thought it to be highly inconceivable
Deep down I knew it's gonna happen
But I just simply tried to ignore it then
.
How could I be so damn careless?
How could I be so terribly stupid?
I'm the big brother, I should protect
But here Sam lies, broken and dead
.
But don't you worry now, Sammy
I will save your life, I promise, really
My soul doesn't matter anymore to me
For one more year we could be happy.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoesíaSupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
