Shh! Quiet down
Shut your mouth.
Hear that sound?
It's drowning you out.
Listen close.
Silent as a ghost.
The whimpering
The barking
The biting
The fighting
Do you see them?
Inside your life's hole.
They're there
Fighting for your soul.
One dog,
Black as night
It seems as though he's winning the fight
The other,
Brighter than light.
Covered in wounds, he doesn't move.
I kneel next to the ****** hound,
But I leave kibble all around.
The black one eats
'til he's had his fill.
The white one lifts his head for a crumb of strength
I push his head back down and stroke him lovingly
But comfort means nothing when he's dying
The black dog's finished, he comes up beside me,
His head in my lap.
The white dog's crying.
The puddle of blood grows
I am being swallowed whole.
I see the flames beneath
So I jump to my feet.
I lean over to see.
The black dog's tail swings side to side
As he looks his master in the eye.
Is it possible for a dog to smile?
I begin to fear
I pull the white dog near.
The dark one growls
My heart rejoices
"I don't understand"
The white one wails.
His eyes close.
Stillness covers his tail.
My eyes overflow
My face breaks down
My hands grasp out
I'm falling down.
This agony is leaving
My chest no longer heaving
But the black dog grabs me
Pulls me from peace
Tosses me aside
I lean on the beast
I look to the white dog
Sadness fills my heart
But then,
His eyelids part.
But the black dog has quite the head start.
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC
Shh! Quiet down
Shut your mouth.
Hear that sound?
It's drowning you out.
Listen close.
Silent as a ghost.
The whimpering
The barking
The biting
The fighting
Do you see them?
Inside your life's hole.
They're there
Fighting for your soul.
One dog,
Black as night
It seems as though he's winning the fight
The other,
Brighter than light.
Covered in wounds, he doesn't move.
I kneel next to the ****** hound,
But I leave kibble all around.
The black one eats
'til he's had his fill.
The white one lifts his head for a crumb of strength
I push his head back down and stroke him lovingly
But comfort means nothing when he's dying
The black dog's finished, he comes up beside me,
His head in my lap.
The white dog's crying.
The puddle of blood grows
I am being swallowed whole.
I see the flames beneath
So I jump to my feet.
I lean over to see.
The black dog's tail swings side to side
As he looks his master in the eye.
Is it possible for a dog to smile?
I begin to fear
I pull the white dog near.
The dark one growls
My heart rejoices
"I don't understand"
The white one wails.
His eyes close.
Stillness covers his tail.
My eyes overflow
My face breaks down
My hands grasp out
I'm falling down.
This agony is leaving
My chest no longer heaving
But the black dog grabs me
Pulls me from peace
Tosses me aside
I lean on the beast
I look to the white dog
Sadness fills my heart
But then,
His eyelids part.
But the black dog has quite the head start.
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