the ghost of a dead dog lives inside my heart
when alive he grossly tore me apart
i tried to pull out his claws and teeth
maybe then he wouldn’t be so mean

it became apparent he needed to have his way
and his concubine i admittedly stayed
my body lie cold covered in teeth marks
his bite was infinitely worse than his bark

what he did to me i will never forget
i lived my life under a constant threat
now that he’s gone all i have left is fear
that one day again his presence may be here