A broken man looking for a fight in a faithful place.
He's unknown, uneasy, unworthy and unfit.
He claims revenge to a stranger locked inside himself.
He sees red, he feels red, he's red.
Guided by rage there's no place to hide.
There's no hope in the conflicted emotions floating upon his heart.
He's a soldier at war with himself.
He sees red, he feels red, he's red.
There's no giving up when there's no getting up.
The broken reflection of a stranger motion.
He's never been more like himself when he's doubting himself.
He sees red, he feels red, he's red.
Shallow words, defined actions.
Quiet, impatient, there, waiting.
He's destroying himself.
He sees red, he feels red, he's red.
Dean Winchester,
locked in himself;
at war with himself;
doubting himself;
destroying himself.
He sees red, he feels red, he’s red.
Copyright © irsorai
(This poem was inspired on the character of Dean Winchester from Supernatural. No money is being made from this poem. No copyright infringement is intended. There's no doubt he's one of my main inspirations, cause unfortunately, we are alike when it comes to how we process our feelings. It doesn't necessarily mean it's a good thing though.)
