My brother's mind is haywire
His sanity's an unstable well
That wall within's crumbling
And it's all tripping hell's bells
Unable to separate the reality
Seeing Lucifer with every fray
Saying this life's but a fantasy
Yet he'd chose to hide it away
.
I lost one of my best friends
When I tried to get him back
Ah, that dumb son of a bitch
Just had to go back in black
Leviathans, they're unleashed
Into the main sewer pipe lines
Causing chaos, another enemy
We have to watch out for signs
.
Who cares about what I'm feeling
When we've got bigger problems?
I'll keep my marbles in a lead box
Amidst all the happening mayhem
Hell, you don't need to even worry
I'll drown it in beer, work, this time
Do you even need to ask it, Bobby?
I'm okay, really, I'm fine...I'm fine.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural 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! ××× ...
