To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Mystery Spot

Trapped waiting and playing in an endless loop of time

Seemingly stuck forever, walking in a single recurring day

Asia's blaring, here for a fairy tale, here to pay for my crime

Mystery spot awaiting, and Dean always dies every other way

.

A hundred, no, a thousand Tuesdays have already come and gone

Silly slapstick deaths to laugh at, but for me it isn't at all fun

What started as a bad nightmare quickly grew into a sick joke

As I found no escape to this messed up world and I slowly lost hope

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Death by cabinet, electrocution, a slip in the shower, a rotten taco

Misgivings in the mystery spot, and a side of pig in a poke to go

Shady characters, a dog, an old man, dialogues burned in my brain

But it's Dean's look of despair and misery that will always remain

.

I see no cause and found contrivances to this unfavoured reason

A cautionary tale to realise that losing Dean will also be my ultimate end

I know that the Trickster is simply trying to teach me a lesson

But that son of a bitch can go all the way to hell and screw himself

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But even this cruel pain and this sheer horror cannot last forever

Despite this morbid tale, I'll continue to try to save and protect Dean

So just calm down Sam, take deep breaths, and compose yourself

I know sometime that this time loop and stupid infinity has to end---

. . . . . . . . D E A N ! ! !

♪ It's the heat of the moment ♪