Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural (which actually, is probably for the best).
A/N: Talking about poetry with a fellow FFdotnet user, and also reading something on tumblr inspired me to write a poem.. which somehow joined with how I already wanted to write about Crowley, creating.. this. o_O; I barely write any poetry, and I don't really think I'm much of a poet, but still.. I hope you enjoy it, regardless!
In Time
.
Time is rotting, and all else follows its lead.
We cling onto the many tails, desperately; inevitably -
drip-drip-drip-drip how it bleeds.
Every – last – one. Lost;
Gone.
You wouldn't believe how precious they are
Those drops.. So easily spilt; so easily wasted.
.
It is a beat. Beat beat beat beat mastery; crucifying
like a heart to its hopelessly human owner.
One-two one-two.. Dance after dance-
Give it up. (Wish I could.)
..Not much of a chance.
.
Life. Roll the dice, and keep hoping.
Be pathetic – hope a little bit more..
go on try and try and try and try
Until endless sweat is thick and filmy
On your sweet, earnest.. little face.
.
Time is running out, like every other option.
Pieces of sunshine wrenched from each, desperate grasp -
drip-drop-drip-drop oh don't go and cry..
You can do this – be strong. It's oh so easy –
Look at me.
I paved a path; my primrose dream
(Though of course, not without its price.)
.
Cloud nine. You're never ready to fall.
Expiry met with snarling, dragged over the edge –
Black pits and blacker souls burning burning burning
Furling red and rage ablaze, throttling – savagery, agony so blind
A disintegration – distended, over flaming eternity.
.
Well. Aeons, perhaps. But watch time decay..
You're drowning up in smoke, torturous repeat again again again
'Breathing' incomprehension, wrung in crimson red..
Seeping slowly dripdripdripdrip so slow but hah, finally -
Instant clarity! (..Yes, I got it straight away.)
.
Warped, fragmented, the mirror shatters. Wholeness banished into 'reverie'
But noticing is such a chore, now there's so much else to see.
Look, listen, feel – smell – taste – imbibe –
Cavernous stage, painted vivid red the fire lights up your charred eyes.
Beautiful.
So bloody beautiful. Terrible screams in haunting melody..
Drawn out, assaulting sensation, and most of all.. it isn't me.
.
How time rots, but there's no more to waste.
Warm your hands – gnarled imaginary 'flesh'
Burns burns burns yes let me bathe in that inferno..-
No – Swim. Like a duck to water (paddlingpaddlingpaddling)..
Against the ruddy stream, don't stop, or else (guhgaggingflailingdrowning).
.
..The fervour is mockery, like the toasty surrounds.
Screaming screaming moaning clashing discordance..
Gorging for satisfaction, splattering drenched hollow 'souls'
-Pathetic. ..Really..
No class. Savagery, simply – is that all this is (all it can be)? Truly?
.
Grasp it – time; don't let it decay in your hold.
Every last reserve, pour it in.. Create my sanguinary foundation.
Lie, lie, lie lie some more.. Twist the truth; throttle its neck..!
Smarter than the whip,
Merciless;
A necessity – ascend higher and higher, pass ever more scourge..
Supremacy – waiting to be taken; to be seized; to be claimed as my own.
.
Not yet. Let time languish. There's so much to do..
Spat out from damnation, swirling matter decorating the now foreign,
polluted world. ..How it reeks;
Aches..
(Dregs of past feeling.) Hah.. Wish smoke could smirk.
.
That beat. Louder again, beat beat beat beat flagellation
Meaning is as instantaneous – grab a (meat)suit and
Dance. Heartless; lost to the conflagration.
One-two-three-four...-
(No deals, no chance).
.
It all festers. Every town and city..
Bile from a new-found second-hand throat.
Stale within, drip drip drip added ooze of ages and
abuse. Too much substance?
(Not enough?)
..No matter – bill to fill, affluence to claim. Though
Must say – this 'literary agent'? Not half pretty.
.
Dusty, windswept trail. Opens out, closing in to nowhere (a backside).
Desolation, the Cross-Roads, and every choice has gone and died.
Drip-drip-drip-drip oh bugger this one's crying (However..)
Tempered steel now; I won't join you, watch:
Not a drop of pity...!
.
Ah, but you can't see. A blur of tears...
Eyes weak as glass – they'll shatter
Don't you worry.
A balm of travesty, silken nicey-nicey words...
(You'll crack soon enough; this'll be easy.)
.
Tick-tock-tick-tock time; pseudo-suspense.
Draw it out, play with it; a weapon in my hands.
Act the second.. Almost a wrap...
Satisfactory; glad we could agree:
Mwah
Pucker up, buttercup...
We're businessmen – obviously, seal the deal with me!
.
Close the distance. Closer, closer –
Like there was never really ever much between us.
..Near-sodden face, fleshy lips; a taste..
(Unpleasant, fear-filled, carnal; base.)
Most agreeable... So long, my dear. Withdraw. (See you in ten years.)
.
Time rots, but want an interlude? Let's pretend.
Calm before the ongoing, outrageous storm..
Brutality and horror, slavering;
dogging every careful step. Do you mind?
(...Do I..?)
Words, foul off a fouler tongue. Choose another, like
'Decadence'. Now that's the burden I pull off so.. stylishly.
.
Sit back. Residence, grandiosely crafted; frill and luxury..
Degenerate in the sharp suit, poison sliding trickling
drip-drop-drip-drop down the back of the throat.
Amber; citrus swirled in with tobacco caress...
Mmm. Quality. Nothing more, nothing less.
.
Back to the bloody symphony
beat beat beat beat if it ever left.
No time to waste – I'll lead this dance:
Appellation: Crowley. Darling.. (Rest assured..)
It's a name you're going to never forget.