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No more disillusions, I hated off a horridly cheap lie

Everything I stood for, was but a mere waste of time

Vying to be noticed, just how awfully disgusting can I be?

Entering a state of forlornness, when no one cares about me?

Raring to go to waste, when all parties have no vacancy pertained

My RSVP no longer needed, I could pop my own bubbly champagne

In my sad house, I stood with hanging streamers and deflated balloons

Nodding faintly, making memories of my own like a gloomy little goon

Don’t mind me; honestly, I’m just here with shambolic thoughts, accidentally spilled a bit too soon.


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Angel of the Lord, you declared you’ll protect me

Banishing sigil etched on your chest, boldly sending yourself unto purgatory

I might have temporarily lost your faith, but you invigorated my sensibility

When you told me that I’m not the burnt and broken shell of a man that you believed me to be.


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The Angel By My Bedside

When angels fall with broken wings
I can’t give up, I can’t give in
When all is lost and daylight ends
I’ll carry you and we will live forever, forever…


I lay cowering in my bed with some salt and a glinting knife

As they lurk by the foot of my bed, ruthless creatures of the night

Wraiths and monsters and ghosts and shapeshifters galore

Wendigos and werewolves, shadowy demons in their pure raw horror


I’ve tried to fight back, to find my instincts as a hunter

There’s no one left to protect me for they’ve both gone, my mother and father

And my bold little brother, who sits and fights beside me too

I try to keep a brave fa├žade for him, but I know he could see it through


What’s little of our protective bed is being shaken, slowly being torn apart

We’re both standing on our tiptoes as we slash at their unbeating hearts

But then we feel a touch at our shoulders, a radiant light fills the hopeless room

Our angel has finally heard us screaming, and saved us from certain doom


Hearing our desperate prayers when every angel turned a deaf ear

Cast out of heaven and rendered weak, and yet he still rebelled from what they feared

The angel by my bedside, taking great lengths of risk to protect us outright

Ensuring our bed of hope never crumbles, and always providing his ethereal nightlight.

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Dear Sam (Of Brothers and Bedlam)


Why did you have to be so ashamed

To be this grotesque monster, to ever change?

Slithering demons at first you tried to swat away

But you succumbed into evil, letting your heart sway

Your blood flows with taint, and yet you feel so good

Does feeling so powerful make your mind delude?

Someone else whispers lies, curling tongue behind your ear

The girl you thought saved your life reduces your soul to tears



Can’t you please learn to forgive

Even when you’re the one that tends to deceive?

You both have your sins that earned you a spot in hell

Not one of you is innocent, that much you and your brother can tell

Both of you wish to end the war, when one truly was the cause

Your jobs your father forced you to, your fleeting souls have cost

The end of the world is leering dangerously near

And you two are willing throw away your lives to be unknown martyrs



Won’t you come back home

Where your brother laments for leading you to your doom?

He doesn’t care much for the apocalypse if you are led astray

Making desperate deals with angels just so you would stay

Brothers by blood, even though you’re separated

You still call out each other’s names when you feel dessicated

Never mind the Armageddon, never mind the darkness that’s veiled

Just as long as you have someone by your side, everything will be okay.


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Apocalypse Rising

“I was the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” ~Castiel


The hellhounds, they finally caught up with me

And dragged me into the deepest layers of hell

I suffered for what felt like twice an eternity

There was no foreseeable escape, that much I could tell


Until I suddenly awoke with a jolt, under the earth

Asleep in my own grave, six feet under the dirt

An angry red mark on my shoulder, a handprint, sign of reborn

Left by the dark angel that pulled me into salvation


Now whispered secrets lie ahead, betrayal and alliance

The wind is blowing up a tempest, shed blood and defiance

Tenebris starts to seep in the planet, as war hangs a heavy cloud

Creatures and tricksters run amok, leaving a hopeless trail in their shroud


The dark angel has spoken, his uttered words like painful static

All demons lie with burning eyes, helpless and pathetic

I’ve got another ally now, but now I’m not sure I could still trust

Because my very own brother’s burying earth-shattering secrets under the dust.


(Based on Supernatural S04E01.)

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