To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Death's Door

(Seriously, FUCK THIS EPISODE AND EVERYTHING THAT IT STANDS FOR. BOBBY WHYYYYY *dashes self off a cliff because I cannot handle the emotional trauma*)

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This cannot be happening

It's got to be another trick

Of Lucifer's delusion ploys

Horribly cruel and so sick

Bobby can't be dead now

Not like this, not so easily

Who am I to see the truth

If I have bats in the belfry?

I see maybes and what-ifs

If it really happened at all

Or Dick missed his target

Or the hit isn't really fatal

To separate the fantasies

I press down on my hand

Trying to make the vision

Go away, so I'd understand

But the sight, it didn't blur

Despite the shocks of pain

No matter how hard I tried

This harsh reality remained

Bobby's still lying bandaged

Dean's still painfully hoping

Our life's still badly damaged

My throbbing heart's ripping

Bobby lost his breath, as I did

He finally lost a longest game

Another one we love bites dust

What'll happen to us now then?

I don't want to accept the fact

But know from this I can't run

Everything, it seems to be real

And it's true...Bobby's really gone.