The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
Your lashes flutter, closed against the light.
It drags you under, drowning you again.
My warm kisses trace your temple, all in vain,
To draw you back towards my voice, my sight.
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
Your skin's own scent captures sorrow's subtle stain,
A warmth receding in the morning light.
It drags you under, drowning you again.
I smooth your hair back, feel the skin's soft grain,
Your beauty, a shadow, dim as fading starlight.
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
I hold you closer, though the fractures remain,
Your body present, spirit lost to white.
It drags you under, drowning you again.
I curl beside you, listening to the rain,
And breathe you in, preparing for the fight.
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
It drags you under, drowning you again.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 9:18 PM UTC
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
Your lashes flutter, closed against the light.
It drags you under, drowning you again.
My warm kisses trace your temple, all in vain,
To draw you back towards my voice, my sight.
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
Your skin's own scent captures sorrow's subtle stain,
A warmth receding in the morning light.
It drags you under, drowning you again.
I smooth your hair back, feel the skin's soft grain,
Your beauty, a shadow, dim as fading starlight.
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
I hold you closer, though the fractures remain,
Your body present, spirit lost to white.
It drags you under, drowning you again.
I curl beside you, listening to the rain,
And breathe you in, preparing for the fight.
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
It drags you under, drowning you again.
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