I had to write something to exsorcize myself! Poor Castiel. Hope he shows up again. This fic was not based on the song the Edge of glory, but then when I finished I said "oh, I get it" Just a drabble to thrown out there, I need the space on my head. This is a sad drabble, be warned.
I struggle for while, I burn, I burn. I struggle to stay.
But then it's of no importance, in a extinguishing fire. What I was is gone
Ecstasy of death, the penetrating veil. Where I am?
Falling.
Punishment?
Pherhaps, I deserve it. Arrogance, I should get cast down in the pit.
But nothing is pulling me.
I want to go.
Deeper.
Not deep enough. I need to go deeper.
Should I?
Less than even slashed flesh and shattered bones. An echo of what I was, no light to what I was.
I should go deeper, there's nothing left here.
Deeper, deeper.
Is it hell I crave?
Deeper than that. Not even a shredded soul to torture I remain.
I sink through the world, deeper, deeper.
Nothing pulls me, I go on my own volition.
I want to see, where everything ends. The edge, I want to see the edge.
I keep burning, I know that.
I'm consuming.
I want to reach the edge, before.
Before I end.
Will someone remember me?
Pride hasn't burned out of me yet.
There's a stranger in my husk. He uses my borrowed voice.
He's threatening him.
Dean.
I pain, everything in me pains. I can't grasp anything because there's nothing to grasp. I can't fight the pull because there's no pull. I'm just falling.
I'm being cast out of the world.
I sear through nothing and burn into nothing.
At the edge, the edge.
Dean, forgive me.
Selfish.
Dean, don't hate me.
Still.
Dean, forget all about me, bury me.
I don't want to poison you memories.
I'm at the edge of existence. Vertigo. It bids me farewell. I burn out. I see everything.
Beautiful.
It reminds me of you.