Quick disclaimer – I do not own Supernatural… only my words.
Supernatural poetry… Memories of Hell, possible spoilers so beware.
This has been half written for awhile now and I finally decided to finish it so I hope you like
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Full House
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With death as the dealer, and the devil as a cheat,
I lay my cards down on the table, for all the world to see,
I open up and let them come, I'll leave with dignity,
You take my soul, but rest assured my heart belongs to me.
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"Come one, come all," A demon screams as another starts to cry,
"Come see the martyr, come see the fool, come see him burn and die."
"Come jibe him, come taunt him, come fill his mind with lies,"
"Come ask him why he sold his soul. Come make him tell you why."
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And I know they want to mock me, want to tell me I was wrong,
I hear them whisper in my ear, that hunters don't last long
They say the world's forgotten, all memories of me gone,
They say they knew it from the start, that Hell's where I belong.
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An hour, a day, a month, a year, time doesn't mean that much
But the longer that hell burns me, the more I feel its touch…
The longer that it holds me and keeps me in its clutch…
I feel my soul is bleeding, tired of this game of Double Dutch
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I take a breath and close my eyes; I hear the sound of screaming,
The sweat and tears glistening, the blood and fears gleaming,
A hand grips my arm tightly; an echo tells me that I'm dreaming,
And as I wake, it all comes back, the memories leave me reeling
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I hide my face and turn away, Sam doesn't need to know
That when I sleep and when I dream, it's back to Hell I go,
He talks to me with gentle words to ease my pain filled woe
He tells me that its over now, he tells me that I'm Home.
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