FiAn: Ok, so this is not Part II of my Chuck/Supernatural series. And for that, I apologize. But, I swear it's coming. Its just that after watching Vs the Nacho Sampler last night (twice!) I started to really feel bad for Chuck...and how being a spy and the reality of the choice he made is becoming apparent to him. So, I had my AP Lit final today. I De-stroy---wait for it---ed it! So while waiting an hour until the period would end, I wrote this little poem in my notebook!
Warning: Its angsty and I am not a poet! This is what happens when I had to write and essay on Poetry analysis and one on Jude the Obscure...ugh depressing.
Anyway, enjoy. I'm not really expecting much feedback, but It will be much appreciated.
It Burns like Reality
He picks up the glass and studies its amber sheen,
Disgusted by what he's become: a self-loathing, and emotionless machine.
His mouth grazes the lip and the bitter liquid sloshes down his throat.
He coughs, sputters, and a ghost of innocence sinks like a capsizing boat.
The same old song sings in his head,
About the choices he's made and the things he's said.
From the lies and betrayal that had tarnished his life, to the misunderstanding that cost the love of a future wife.
Still wallowing while white lightning sits distilled in his hands, He knows he will lose his family and friends.
To a cold-blooded nature that infects his heart, like a virus that seizes his soul and tears it apart.
Piece by piece, an inkling of identity is mercilessly tossed asunder.
It is not enough to contain this present, growing hunger.
And like the simmering fire that stirs deep in his chest, he closes his eyes and finishes the rest.
It burns slow; slides down and licks the wounds until numb.
From the space that divides them, she can see how far her asset has come—
--How to her chagrin, tears long withheld had trickled from her eyes,
She keeps herself whole until the screen flickers black and drops the guise.
Back at that one-man-table, seldom alone he buries his head and lets out a suppressed moan.
The bottle is empty as he falls asleep.
Everything that taints who he is and what he is becoming,
Burns like deceit.
And it lingers there
Festers there, just waiting to attack.
This was his choice.
And there is no turning back.
Fin
An: So what do you think?
If you don't know, this is when Chuck's drinking himself into oblivion at the end of the episode as Sarah watches from Castle. Uh, I tried to use the word "Burn" as a metaphor and double meaning of the obvious taste of Scotch (blah!) and how he burned Manoosh, and pretty much compromised his morals as the Chuck we all know and love. For me, I cannot wait to see how this changes things! Bring on a darker Chuck, I'm ready for it; I've seen enough angst emoness on Supernatural and I can handle whatever TPTB dish out.
Uh, yeah.
So, R&R?