A foaming
Fanged black dog
Hums high toned
Delicate bird ballads
Over cold comfortless
Empty tomb growls
It sits at my bedside
Waiting for me to wake
And lulls me to sleep
It watches me twitch and roll
With relentless glowing eyes
While panting heavily
It's not all that bad
It often makes me
Feel good
It reminds me that I am alive
But I can see it's intentions are
To devour me
Loveliness, liveliness, loneliness...
I think I'll call it Love