Disclaimer: As you all know I do not own the boys, their dad, that damn sexy car or anything else to do with Supernatural, that sadly is Eric Kripke's pleasure, all bow down to the master ; ).
Summary: John has a moment to sit down and think, but why is he sitting? And what is he waiting for? Have a guess! Poem.
Hello, hello, hello. This will be the last you'll hear from me for a little while, cos my muse has flown away till season 2, going to try and have another go at my Barontone story and lets just say doing administration instead of customer assistant for Tesco isn't easy. Also I have been a very, very bad girl, I read the sides for the first two episodes of season 2, and well let me tell you…….bloody hell! It's a shocker ; )
This is for bjxmas, thanks Hun because of you, going to give my story another go just bare with me and then we will go back to putting Dean together again lol.
Also Gemma-Skeeter miss you already treacle, Plymouth isn't the same with out yah, just hope Somerset can handle you ; ) oh yeah by the way Gem I now have dreadlocks : ) bet that shocked you lol xx.
I warn you this isn't that great but its up because I haven't posted in a while, anyway on with the poem. As usual reviews would be cool. (Sorry I do go on a bit lol.)
My missing love and life.
I can hardly remember you
These days my love,
Too much hatred and wrath
Cloud my once peaceful mind,
And you can no longer
Reach me deep inside,
Surrounded by these dark emotions,
My revenge for you
Has tainted my soul,
For I can no longer tell
Between what's right and wrong,
I just follow my path now blindly,
Hunting and destroying,
The ones that stole you,
Hurting and betraying
The ones you left behind,
I am now so weak and open
To demons outside and in,
Without your strength and love
That I use to live and feed upon,
I have become what I hunt,
And they now take with power growing
Your empty place beside me,
No longer feel that I can carry on
As I sit down and wait.