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Title: Whiskey Echos
Author: D.R. Ward
Date: October 10, 2013
Age: 14

POV: Dean Winchester

Wincest: Whiskey Echos

I can still hear the name pouring off your lips,
Like a sweet siren calling out for my help.
Deep, deep down I desire for that sweet melody,
Once again, as potent as a crack to a belt.

My name that sounds like honey,
My name that creates remedies beating inside my heart,
Why did you have to fall silent?

Why didn't you call out,
When you needed me most?
Why didn't you whisper my name,
On the last intakes of your dying breath?

Why didn't you call me?

I still hear the echos,
Wishing it was my name on your dying breaths.
It penetrates my body like an awaiting missile,
Why does it feel like we're always being stationed on an impossible trial?

I can't sit here and listen,
To the silent words that were never spoken.
My promises I promised to keep,
They seem to fall ill at my feet.

I still hear your screams,
Knowing I couldn't get to you fast enough.
I still hear your cries,
Everything but my name spilling from your mouth.
I still remember your eyes,
So full of love I could do nothing but hide.

What did I do to deserve this?

Drowning myself from bottle to bottle,
Drinking down to the very last drop.
Your words are still in the back of my head,
Reminding me that drinking never solved my problems.

And it doesn't,
But it numbs the pain,
Knowing what I can and cannot gain,
Grasping reality with a golden rein,
To feel my heart eternally hardened in the same.
Like an everlasting game,
I find we train,
To be tamed,
And played in our falsehood with our demanding shame.

We are targets that suffer for our wrongs and our rights,
But why does it seem so hard to stop giving up and just die?

Because your echos are ringing in my head,
Silent, but nevertheless present,
And I wish I could hear them one more time.

And I might be able to,
Because as soon as this battle is won,
I'm done.

I'll try and see you once more,
So those echos become reality,
And I will find you once more,
To end my suffering.

Knowing that I will be reunited,
I know that my time will come.

I know I'll gladly fall to my own hand,
And sacrifice my life,
To die.

Those echos,
Of wishing my name was on your lips...

Will never fade.

Although, I know that I always can try,
And that is how I drank my life away.

Description
Title: Whiskey Echos
Author: D.R. Ward
Date: October 10, 2013
Age: 14

POV: Dean Winchester

Wincest: Whiskey Echos

I can still hear the name pouring off your lips,
Like a sweet siren calling out for my help.
Deep, deep down I desire for that sweet melody,
Once again, as potent as a crack to a belt.

My name that sounds like honey,
My name that creates remedies beating inside my heart,
Why did you have to fall silent?

Why didn't you call out,
When you needed me most?
Why didn't you whisper my name,
On the last intakes of your dying breath?

Why didn't you call me?

I still hear the echos,
Wishing it was my name on your dying breaths.
It penetrates my body like an awaiting missile,
Why does it feel like we're always being stationed on an impossible trial?

I can't sit here and listen,
To the silent words that were never spoken.
My promises I promised to keep,
They seem to fall ill at my feet.

I still hear your screams,
Knowing I couldn't get to you fast enough.
I still hear your cries,
Everything but my name spilling from your mouth.
I still remember your eyes,
So full of love I could do nothing but hide.

What did I do to deserve this?

Drowning myself from bottle to bottle,
Drinking down to the very last drop.
Your words are still in the back of my head,
Reminding me that drinking never solved my problems.

And it doesn't,
But it numbs the pain,
Knowing what I can and cannot gain,
Grasping reality with a golden rein,
To feel my heart eternally hardened in the same.
Like an everlasting game,
I find we train,
To be tamed,
And played in our falsehood with our demanding shame.

We are targets that suffer for our wrongs and our rights,
But why does it seem so hard to stop giving up and just die?

Because your echos are ringing in my head,
Silent, but nevertheless present,
And I wish I could hear them one more time.

And I might be able to,
Because as soon as this battle is won,
I'm done.

I'll try and see you once more,
So those echos become reality,
And I will find you once more,
To end my suffering.

Knowing that I will be reunited,
I know that my time will come.

I know I'll gladly fall to my own hand,
And sacrifice my life,
To die.

Those echos,
Of wishing my name was on your lips...

Will never fade.

Although, I know that I always can try,
And that is how I drank my life away.