Croatoan made me do it
Okay so this is my first SPN poem. Tell me what you think:
Fratricide/Suicide
Dude, you died.
And I watched you slowly fade away and crumble.
And now as we sit here in this room, the words more lonely than the silence, the words that were never said hang in the air, and those tears I’ve held back for a while fill my eyes.
I’m scared and so are you.
And for the first time I see it that fear showing through your mask.
I tell you to go, to ride off into the sunset with out me but we both know no man left behind.
You joke as always and I choke.
How are we going to get out of this one?
No way your charm and my intelligence are going to work our way through.
Who’s going to go first, I wonder? The morbid thought breaks through the panic.
How? A bang or a whimper?
I close my eyes. “This is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”
You disagree, and why couldn’t you show some emotion? Why do I have to be the weak one, as always.
You speak, not a joke, not a reference, just words, the truth.
And it hits me, we’re going to die, both of us, you’re not leaving me.
And there is no one to watch us go.
We’ll be forgotten, a memory to them, to the world.
But maybe we’ll finally be home, that big field in Kansas.
Heaven or Hell?
Heaven, that’s where they are.
Do you hear that? That roar? I can feel it, the change that they said was coming.
Tears flow down my face and I turn to look at you, and I see it, that fear and there are tears flowing on your face too.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t save you.”
“Goodbye, big brother.”
Blackness.
Fratricide/Suicide
Dude, you died.
And I watched you slowly fade away and crumble.
And now as we sit here in this room, the words more lonely than the silence, the words that were never said hang in the air, and those tears I’ve held back for a while fill my eyes.
I’m scared and so are you.
And for the first time I see it that fear showing through your mask.
I tell you to go, to ride off into the sunset with out me but we both know no man left behind.
You joke as always and I choke.
How are we going to get out of this one?
No way your charm and my intelligence are going to work our way through.
Who’s going to go first, I wonder? The morbid thought breaks through the panic.
How? A bang or a whimper?
I close my eyes. “This is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”
You disagree, and why couldn’t you show some emotion? Why do I have to be the weak one, as always.
You speak, not a joke, not a reference, just words, the truth.
And it hits me, we’re going to die, both of us, you’re not leaving me.
And there is no one to watch us go.
We’ll be forgotten, a memory to them, to the world.
But maybe we’ll finally be home, that big field in Kansas.
Heaven or Hell?
Heaven, that’s where they are.
Do you hear that? That roar? I can feel it, the change that they said was coming.
Tears flow down my face and I turn to look at you, and I see it, that fear and there are tears flowing on your face too.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t save you.”
“Goodbye, big brother.”
Blackness.