Okay, yeah, I'm a sucker for poetry and I get the urge every now and then as you can tell. So here we go, yet another poem. This one is from Sam's perspective as he holds his dead/dying brother in his arms at the end of the Season 3 finale.
The title is a play on words, deliberately mispelt as Sam greets the first stage in the process of grieving… Denial.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy.
Quick disclaimer – I do not own Supernatural… only my words.
Deanial
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There's a hole in your heart
Where he used to be
Once locked away
Only you held the key
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There's a rip in your chest
And a thudding in your skull
Once filled with laughter
Once gleaming, now dull
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And tears sting your eyes
Tracing salt lines down your cheeks
The demons will be jeering
At the two Winchester freaks
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But you hold his body close
As his name dies on your lips
You can't bear to let him go
Can't bear to let him slip
-.-.-.-.-.-
You know you're only dreaming
Same nightmare as before
He's bleeding and he won't wake up
Leaving through a one way door
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You know you're only dreaming
Know he's sleeping right beside you
Waiting for the morning
Waiting there to guide you
-.-.-.-.-.-
But there's a stutter in your heartbeat
As you brush away the lie
There's a dying man inside you
'Cause you just can't say good bye.
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