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The Black Dog

There’s a black dog in the corner of my room  
His eyes spelling out my impending doom  
I know it’s only time till his teeth sink into my throat  
And he devours what I thought was the antidote  

His fur fills my mouth  
I can’t breathe, I can’t shout  
His eyes are filled with hate  
I’m sorry, friend, you’re too late  
 
The black dog lies at the end of my bed these days  
I try so hard to avoid his burning gaze  
And though occasionally he’ll shut his eyes  
I’m too afraid to move in case he’ll realize  
 
His claws pin me down  
Pretty soon I will drown  
And I begin to suffocate  
I’m sorry, friend, you’re too late  
 
The black dog lives inside me now  
I’d get him out if I knew how  
I don’t want a monster under my bed  
But I’d prefer it to the one in my head  
 
His heart is next to mine  
Between them a blurry line  
I will soon start to mutate  
I’m sorry, friend, you’re too late
Written by spacecadet
Published | Edited 8th Jul 2020
Author's Note
This song isn’t necessarily saying what I really believe; what I’m trying to get across is the hopeless feeling that comes when you feel your depression/anxiety or whatever your particular ‘black dog’ is, is starting to come back, especially when you thought it wouldn’t come back.
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