Like broken stars, broken gravestones.
Bleached memories and bleached bones.
Old fingers reaching forth from the night,
Grab my shoulders and hold on tight.
Pull me under! I cry to the forgotten men,
How I long for muffled darkness again!
But they are silent now, dissolved away,
Leaving me alone, leaving me to stay.
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Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
