"I can't hold them back—!"
His broken screams
Tore the earth apart
One last surge of
Fight and energy
To save his friends
To warn them of the
Oncoming blackness;
They thought it was
Fixed, but the viscid
Souls clung on tight
Refusing purgatory
It was all his fault
And the consequences
He shall pay forever
I am sorry, Sam, Dean
I am sorry, Father
I am sorry for what I've done
I was weak in my heart
And blinded by power
I have failed you all.
The abominations
That have inhibited
His shattering body
Will override him soon
No longer can he wait
For the moment to pass;
The time is now.
One hitched second.
One destroyed angel.
One word to die for.
"Leviathan!"
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PuisiSupernatural 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! ××× ...
