We ain't ashes, yet,
We ain't burnt like the cinders.
We're fighting head to head
With each day like a risen
Corpse, we're
Fighting the dead,
Hoping not to join them just
Yet.
But when we do, it
Will be sweet,
It'll feel like
Victory, cause we'll go
Down swingin' and we'll
Go down smilin'.
You look away; you've learnt to
Think before you speak.
And I start to believe you -
That life ain't worth livin',
Till you lay down beside me on
The unknown, battered bed,
Sigh in the silence;
Your breathing is a song
That answers all
My prayers.
My demons crawl away
From the humanity inside of you.
You save me in far more ways
Than any arrow, bullet or blade
I keep you alive on the outside
But you're why I'm not dead on the inside;
Without eachother,
We're ashes.
Without eachother, we ain't whole.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust a small collection of a few of my works. Most of it is inspired by Supernatural and Sam and Dean. Richard Siken is also an inspiration for me.
