Surrounded by darkness
Death, despair and pain
Instruments of torture
Ways to make you hurt
And never think again

Then there’s a light
Something bright in the distance
Enclosed in a safe embrace
Darkness as unconsciousness ensues
Bringing him back into existence

Consciousness regains and he’s back into darkness
Scratching at the wooden surround
Nothing but a lighter to see
That he’s six foot under
And needs to get out of the ground

Fingertips beak the surface
Reaching up to the mid-morning sun
***** hands and a dirt face appear
He stands and looks around
The only thing missing is his gun

Making a trek to the nearest place
Shirt strapped firm around his hips
He finds a small shop
Grabs a bottle of water
Nicks a magazine and a bag of chips

A crash and a bang
Shattering glass
A sound so loud
He’s covering his ears
Thinking how long this will last

For an angel is calling
To his sisters and brothers
That Dean Winchester has been saved
The Righteous Man has been earthbound
Out to save the rest of the others.

Dear Sammy,
This darkness inside me
It'll **** me soon
I don't want you
To see it
Take over me
To bare the weight
That maybe
You could have saved me
But I can't even
Save myself.

Dear Sammy,
I don't want to leave
But I have to
You're better off
Without me
There's so much
You can do
You can save the world
But you can't save me
Not if I can't
Even save myself.

There came three odd women of Warwick
Who cried noiselessly, who had no voice to speak
Rose from their beds in the afternoon, weak
Goes on to watch walking strangers from a wall leak

At midnight in June, eyes cracked open and wide
Beneath the pale moonlight they creep and hide
Sheathed, shiny hawklike daggers on each side
On what begins their prayer to the great divide

Down on their knees, with red satin robes sweeping the floor
Seven lit white candles on a circle as one opens the door
Breaking the whispered hour, came an unspeakable horror
The three women, as a chorus, yelped an otherworldly roar

The town, the people, what do they know?
For as they slept as thoroughly like summer to snow
Soon they'd awake only to be invaded with hateful woe
For the three ladies left Warwick in dusk
eternally without the great big yellow

𝒪𝒽, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉.
𝐼 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝒹...
𝑀𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒽 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉,
𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉.