“I am Castiel And I am an angel of the Lord! I am the one that held you tight and raised you From the grip of perdition!” I can't tell what's the problem and even less the solution! It's like going berserk, From day to night to day, Lose my mind and my body All the way to Hell, Coming back, Like being pulled by an angel! Distress grips my soul And I still feel the void of darkness... The rack of hellish torture Has been set as my bed of nails, The continuous thorn, Twisting and carving Is somehow eternal, And I just can't rest at all… Now I'm harvesting grief, sorrow, anguish And all those heart devouring feelings That you can't name. I am freaking and hallucinating, I can't tell if this is real or not… Divided, dismantled, erased and rebuilt...