To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Of Broken Angels and Trust

I'm at the end of my rope

We need your help, Cas

But I'm losing all hope

Sam's thing, it broke past

Come on Cas, concentrate

We need answers fast

This is important, please

Stay on track and last

I used to trust you highly

I broke my bones for you

Even though they all said

That you weren't being true

See where it got all of us

Deep in this leviathan mess

You were at your worst

When we were doing our best

So fix the wreck you made

Nobody cares you're broken

We're all screwed anyway

So fight it, get back at them

You're only playing sorry, damn it

Forget the game, Cas, really

Because if you don't straighten up

Then we'll all be truly sorry.