Sammy's Favorite Nursery Rhyme
A/N: 115 words
Ratings/Warnings: I'll say R for violence and implied crazy!Dean, as well as brief mentions of wee!chester sex. idk how old he is, it's not specified; I'll leave that up to you and you're pervy little minds ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing in any way, shape, or form.
Poem: When you have no mother to sing you to sleep, you have to make do with the next best thing,
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the sky is cracked and flaming red
there’s a monster in your bed
is it better or worse than the one in your head
ring around the rosies, he said
there is no sun and no more moon
Mondays bleed into winter, fade into June
his body is in yours thrashing wild as a loon
pocket full of posies, he croons
his knife makes you moan as it stings
you can’t be his angel with broken wings
this boy capable of great, terrible things
ashes, ashes, he sings
bloody lips against yours make you slur
tears and sweat make your vision blur
this boy you love the most, you can’t deter
we all fall down, he purrs
Ratings/Warnings: I'll say R for violence and implied crazy!Dean, as well as brief mentions of wee!chester sex. idk how old he is, it's not specified; I'll leave that up to you and you're pervy little minds ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing in any way, shape, or form.
Poem: When you have no mother to sing you to sleep, you have to make do with the next best thing,
--
the sky is cracked and flaming red
there’s a monster in your bed
is it better or worse than the one in your head
ring around the rosies, he said
there is no sun and no more moon
Mondays bleed into winter, fade into June
his body is in yours thrashing wild as a loon
pocket full of posies, he croons
his knife makes you moan as it stings
you can’t be his angel with broken wings
this boy capable of great, terrible things
ashes, ashes, he sings
bloody lips against yours make you slur
tears and sweat make your vision blur
this boy you love the most, you can’t deter
we all fall down, he purrs