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Shattered...
Just the shadow of the man I used to be...
Cold and dark
Confined, the brother, filled with convulsion, pain, and hate.
Thrashing...
Forearms... marked with angry scratches, rippled with tight tendons, filled with engorged veins...
Veins overflowing with impure blood.
Wide jade green eyes clouded with torture as the screaming intensified.
Quietly and assuredly, he hummed...
Too much love will kill you...
You're the victim of your crime
Watered eyes staring at the violent stormy sky... lips quivering, almost forming into a sneer, Please.
I've been looking back to find where I went wrong...
Shattered into pieces of the men they used to be.
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Author's notes: First attempt at posting an entry! Wrote this drabble as soon as I heard the Queen's Too Much Love Will Kill You playing in my head thinking of the unfortunate mess and the angst of the Winchester Brothers.