Set Fire to the Rain

[im_the_only_son]

Disclaimer:  I own nothing in any way, shape, or form.
W/C & Warnings: 158; writing while in Sam's headspace after S3 but before S4 was the worst idea I think I've ever had. Crazy!obsessive!Sam. Spoilers need to be highlighted: Canon character death.
Poem:  I had to wash you, clothe you, make you look presentable...

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if I could but split the sky
                                    boil the seas
                and walk on 
       the jagged glass 
                            of the horizon 
                and swim through
       the white hot
                       bloody sea’s rage

perhaps my bleeding feet
                                    and my melting flesh
would bring me 
                      closer    
                               to
                                  you

sometimes I am a child, now still
                                                  candles lit in the bathroom
                                                                                and
                                                                  your name whispered thrice
hoping you’ll appear like a ghost
               or maybe an angel
to haunt me and my horrid past
           or cleanse me of my sins

sometimes I am a child, now still
                                                I am a child, now; always was a child
you are neither a ghost
        nor an angel

you are dead
                    I held you in my arms, but
you are dead

I could bleed for loving you so
and you did for loving me
and you’re in my arms
and you are dead

and there is no 
                      broken sky
                              boiling sea
                               or children’s game
that is going to bring you back