A/N So I usually write poems on ANYTHING, but this is my first time writing one as a fanfiction, so bear with me please, they'll get better. THIS poem is Sam's POV on his death at Cold Oak. Why I decided to start this at that point, I dunno, it just seems like the perfect beginning. A beginning in an end. How poetic. Anyway, I'll stop rambling now. Enjoy! ~Sammy
My time of Dying
Pain. Agony. Torture. I suffer,
But for a few seconds as,
That cruel blade slips through my spine,
And suddenly there is Oblivion.
I saw you running towards me,
Saw you throw your gun to the ground.
I felt your arms wrap around me as I fell,
Felt your sobs and your sorrow shaking me.
But I'm Lifeless, and Wordless, I cannot answer,
You as you call me name, begging for my Return.
The Reaper tapped my shoulder, and I whispered a Goodbye,
Before taking its Deathly hand, and it leads my to my Fate.
I miss Hunting, miss the Impala, miss our Fights, I miss You,
But I will wait for you here because, Dean, Heaven is Beautiful.