I forgot how much I love this.

[smokeandsong]

I figure since a lot of the people I RP with have enjoyed these, I should post them here too. No sense in robbing any of you of what is apparently my poetic greatness.

These were written for spnland's Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue challenge. One is very lolzy, the other is much more serious.

I Drank It

The Lord my God could not be found
Until Dean Winchester was Heaven bound
My Father's answer did astound
So I found a liquor store
And I drank it

It is not of import, Sam did say
He still believes we'll save the day
But Dean, that bitch, he ran away
So I found the wine cellar
And I drank it

While Sam went off to find his brother
Who I would truly love to smother
I walked one street after another
Until I found a bar
And I drank it

Not For Her

He pulls her down,
down though not far,
far for him but not for her.
Her hell isn't here.
Here is higher,
higher than Sam.
Sam is her high but she isn't his.
His is what bleeds,
bleeds from all demons.

Demons don't deserve what little he gives her.

Her life is just this,
this is good somehow.
Somehow she's thankful,
thankful to get so little,
little for them but not for her.
Her little is flames and rape and knives,
knives in the control of the others,
others who aren't Sam.

Sam is safe,
safe as she'll ever get.