#ppoetry

The end is here.

“There’s nothing left to live for.”

You may say.

And you’ll be wrong,

So wrong.

Because this someone,

Lying next to me,

Is more important than the world

To me can ever be.

The skies may crash and burn, the earth may hide beneath the sea.

Oh my...

It doesn’t matter

As long as there’s Dean and I.

It’s early morning,

No sound can be heard,

Except for steady breathing

And a familiar beating of the heart.

How can I sleep and know,

That with the sunrise

We must part. (Though not for long, but still it’s hard)

So here I lie and treasure

The warmth and softness of the lover’s touch –

The strangest thing just happened to me:

I woke up in a coffin

So dark I couldn't see.

Only minutes ago

With no hope to be saved

I was in the pit.

Now I'm rising from the grave.

I am whole and I'm new,

But so is this handprint.

If only I knew

What creature's hand left it.

Most importantly – why?

I'm sure I ain't worth it

(To be brought back alive)

I must have a purpose...

I visited Bobby, I visited Sam

Their reaction, obviously, was the same:

Silver knives, splashes of water (holy of course)

When they saw I was me, to hug I was forced (not that I minded)

Back to the matter – my sudden rebirth.

Bobby said there was a woman he knows.

She is a psychic (best damn in the state)

We got back on the road – no time to hesitate.

No need to describe what was next in detail:

It was unpleasant, that's all I can say.

Oh, but we got a name – 'Castiel'

At once we decided to send him to hell (if hell's where he came from)

So, Bobby and I, we came in the barn

Covered with each and every symbol and trap that we know,

Waiting for something, something unknown.

All of a sudden, the wind started howling,

The roof – rattling and light bulbs – exploding.

Then entered a man in a trenchcoat,

It was Castiel.

Or 'an angel of the Lord' is better to say.

I didn't believe him, 'cause angels aren't real,

But no weapon worked when I tried him to kill.

He showed me his wings,

Said from grave I was raised

Because I was needed.

This man is a broken mirror –

Cracks all over,

Pieces missing.

He is a broken mirror –

Bringing bad luck to everyone in front of it.

Don't you dare to look!

All you'll feel is pain. All you'll see is pain.

And it won't be yours.

He is a broken mirror -

Even the gentle touch draws blood;

Sharp pieces under your skin

Leave scars in their place.

He is a broken mirror –

Wonder why it is broken?

Never cared for,

Ever the object of harsh hits

Aimed perfectly, always without a miss.

He is a broken mirror –

No need to strain yourself;

It's irreparable.

It can't be fixed.

He is a broken mirror –

Even beyond repair, there's still hope.

Take one piece

And breathe new life into it,

Create something fresh out of what's left intact.