He started it all
The **** apocalypse
Castiel tells him it’s not his fault
But it is
There’s no one else to blame
He got himself sent to hell
Sold his soul for his own selfishness

He started it all
The **** apocalypse
He turns away
He won’t look at Castiel
It has to be him
You started it, you finish it
That’s what Castiel tells him

He started it all
The **** apocalypse
He’s not a hero
A tear slips down his face
And he hides it away
He’s not strong enough
Castiel takes his hand, warm and gentle

He started it all
The **** apocalypse
Castiel tells him he won’t leave him
Won’t let him stop the apocalypse alone
Tells him that he got him out of hell
That he broke the seal as well
Castiel still holds his hand, warm and gentle

you may not be aware
but i'm writing this in the dark
one of those nights has turned to a habit
i'm afraid
afraid that i may be blind soon
or perhaps i already am.

it is no excuse
i close my eyes
attempting to dream
refresh not regret
the room is upside down
i'm afraid
of the inevitable

i know i'm aware
my existence
it is not an epiphany
a thought
a concept
a prolonged
an elongated
an infinity

i will soon be dust and
i'm afraid

for there were three times
i had spoken lies to you
first, when i crashed in to your window at night
second, when i jumped away from you
and the last one, when i created the galaxy with you