where'd you get those beautiful eyes ? my mother and where'd you get those lips ? my mother and the loneliness ? my mother and the broken heart ? my mother and what about the absence, where'd you get that ? my father
I am not superman. I carry around guns for protection. I have killed many And never was sorry. I have stolen from men who have stolen from others. Do not look at me as a savior, Not even as a big brother, because I am nothing of a role model. My wings have broken and I don't even have a place to call home. Pain is written on my skin with the smirk of a devil leaving cracks all over for sorrow to sneak its way in and bury itself deep into my bones. So give me hope because I'm not man enough to create my own. I keep putting other's lives before mine hoping that counts as love but wind up realizing that doesn't count as anything Trust me, I'm no superman. I can't even save myself. I've burned my cape in the fires of **** because I've been there enough to know I can't wear it anymore. I have flaws enough to fill the ocean and I'm sick of drowning and I'm tired of counting dead bodies and I’m tired of swimming through waves I'm not big enough for. So hear the violin and piano play my symphony of the fallen man. I never said I could fly. I never said I could save your life. I never gave up though. So hold me tight and let me finally break and fall into the arms of someone I can trust and someone I know that'll keep my heart safe buried next to theirs. I've played wicked games and lost too many times and now I just want to sleep. I'm tired of turning up black and blue But I'll do anything to protect you. If you were never here then I would have ended this a long time ago. I would have welcomed the salt water into my lungs Or fall asleep in a tree and meet death in the morning as I hang in silence. But now I beg for hope because I'm torn apart. But I know am seen as your superman so I’m going to hang on with all my might, And live this life with you as a hero as your superman.
Pick yourself up and dust off your shoulders because you're a soldier and have no time to rest. You can't escape this life because you sold your soul for this and in the next year, you'll be buried right under your feet, six feet deep.
Will it be your ****? ******* alone surrounded by nothing but chains for years and years. Calling out to empty shadows and swallowing dust over these times.
Will it be your heaven? In the summer of ninety-six with the night lite up with fireworks on the fourth. Chasing the sparks because you're a child again.
Pick your feet up and march to the drums of your family. You promised to always protect your family and this is all you know to do. Giving up your life for your brother's is what you were trained to do.
Your heart is weak but warm. But you will not be needing it for long. You find peace in the night but always keep a candle lit, to keep an eye on your brother because he is all there is.
Things can't be rewritten or reversed. You've just got a confused mind and acted out of grief. But you're always able to rewind to the night a bullet took your brother.
These lifeforms made a deal for you, that they knew you'd take. They could care less about your feelings. They could **** without warning, but you trust them with your brother's life on this one.
So now you stand a man with a deal to die but it's all worth it because now your brother can live. Selling your life so he can have his back was the best birthday present you could give.
This has all just been a game one you can't win, but you're forced to play.
The game keeper has got your beloved ones around his finger. A king in a devil's costume. He calls the shots and makes the moves. And it can be 'game over' for them with just a roll of the dice.
In a ring of fire, that no water can put out, I watch suicides all around me. A jump from up high, a shot to the head, a dive in the water never to be seen again.
In this game there is no survivors but there is one victor. He sits and waits for us to fall. He sits and stays watching the heroes die. Watch them fall like flies into the never ending hole in the ground.
I'll be watching my own death tonight. I'll be dead before the day is done. I'll be running with the demons at sunrise. I'll because a ***** to his kingdom because that's where they all go. Deep though the hole centered on the ground.
We've been running with blistered feet and weak knees for centuries. Yes, we've come so far but no one ever said it would be this hard.
Just lay your head to rest you have run enough. I've got your hand and I'm holding it tight. You're all I have in this world so I won't ever let go.
Don't you cry no more because you gave your all. It's just this time god wasn't so kind. You put up a good fight and I'm so proud of you.
You'll finally be at peace when these dark days are behind you. You slayed your demons and monsters. You did your job and you did it well.
Don't worry too much, brother, because I won't be able to live in this world too long without you. I'll follow you down the path and into the dark. I won't let you die alone. On the other side we'll just drive down the endless road back home, or god knows where. We would always dream of tomorrow but this time tomorrow never came.
We gave our live's to protect others. We've come so far up the mountain just this time got caught in the landslide and fell all the way back down. But look how far we got. Look how much we've done. Look at how many lives we've saved. We're just two brothers born from the fire but this is where our lives end.
I look back and see all decay, but I won't apologize I did my job. We saved lives and protected the land. We always stood tall no matter how hard we'd fall. I'm proud of you. I'm proud of us.
From the beginning we were born to die. There is no starting over. There are no second chances. With death carved on our skin how could we live a normal life?
You could run but you'll one day run out of breath. It's just a game. You hide your pain and sorrow. Save it for another day when everything just falls apart and you can't pick it up.
Medicine and alcohol keeps you awake As you hunt your demons and monsters. You could choose to die but then this world would fall apart. You give others that second chance, you give them time to run and escape while you slaughter their monsters, and **** their demons instead.
You've got blood on your hands and a soldier's heart. Your brain is beautiful just corrupted. You smile to stay strong and your humor hides your internal scars.
In the end you'll look back on your youth and notice you died a long time ago. You never had the chance to be happy. You'll never know the feeling of growing old with your lover because all your lovers are either buried below your feet, or somewhere up in the sky with the stars. It's not that far, one day you'll be with them. Then, you'll finally be able to rest your tired hands.
And right before your eyes I'm dying and breaking, falling to pieces. You try to pick them up but they turn to dust in your hands. You find yourself gripping your hair and turning to tears not quite sure you're fully letting this sink in. You've been in this hospital chair for so many years but you never thought that one day it'll actually come to an end. This is the last time you find yourself here This is the last time you'll hear me say your name.
I'm you're little brother, not a soldier. I wasn't built for a life on the line. I did what you told me and I'm drained out. You regret it I know, you told me so many times over. But that doesn't fix it, It won't make me better this time.
I'm lying here, breathless. And I want you to know That I'm okay with letting go. I'll finally get to rest After all these years.
Tell me what you have to say and I'll carry it to my grave to think of all the time. You'll still be my brother even when I'll be on the other side, and you're left here to create fresh tracks on your own without someone as your guide.
Anger curls around him Grips him tight in giant claws Takes hold before he can even process It’s still dark His knees still aching in the dirt His best friend is still dead
Claws digging in, he pitches forward Hands resting on dead man’s shoulders He could have stopped this He should have stopped this He would have stopped this And taken his place in a heartbeat
Too angry to cry Too angry to say anything He’s alone and the claws dig in deeper It’s all directed towards himself Not to the man on the ground Because Castiel is a man now, His burnt-out wings are testimony for that And it hurts so **** much.
As if all the anger rises to the surface All in one go Like a volcano on the verge of eruption Dean shouts to the sky Ignoring the slight twinkling stars And the bright moon It’s supposed to be beautiful But it’s **** **** with his own rage
Give him back!
Spoilers for 12x23.
written for the SPN Poetry Challenge | Prompt: anger