This  dog has a death grip on me
This dog,
That use to have fine beautiful coat,
       now is matted and flea infested fur
Who use to rule the pack and lead the hunts
       is now living off of table scraps

This dog has a death grip on me
The mutt that is kicked and starved,
       neglected and used
He lost his love for the moon,
       his intimacy with the stars

This is the dog that has a death grip on me
Teeth chipped and broken
       can still set deep in
Teeth chipped and broken
       need to bite harder yet

To pull him by the tail
       is to offer more of the meat on my arm
Yanking on the tail and ears
       is provoking redundant mutilation
Because this dog has a death grip on me

Because this dog has a death grip on me
I look up to the moon
       And cry silently to the stars