I'm the child
Who has no childhood
It was taken away
By monsters
Literally.
.
I'm the normal guy
Who's a complete freak
Whisked into a hunter's life
With one sentence
To find Dad.
.
I'm the sane kid
Who's absolutely crazy
The steadfast faith
That holds me back
Is insanity.
.
I'm the broken boy
Who's the chosen vessel
Of the king o'er hell
Because I was a
Rebel.
.
I'm the optimist
Who lost happiness
As days become numbered
My smile became less
And less.
.
I'm the saviour
Who broke the planet
Cleaned up my mess
For the chaos I caused
I'm sorry.
.
I'm the innocent one
Who is tainted with sin
Pure as demon blood
Bright as the night
Painted black.
.
I'm Sam Winchester;
The boy who would be man
Who stopped the apocalypse
Who saved the entire world
Who had faith and strength
Had hope when no one can
This is my story; I am Sam,
And that's who I always am.
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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! ××× ...
