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The Black Dog

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

His fur fills my mouth  
I canít breathe, I canít shout  
His eyes are filled with hate  
Iím sorry, friend, youíre 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 heíll shut his eyes  
Iím too afraid to move in case heíll realize  

His claws pin me down  
Pretty soon I will drown  
And I begin to suffocate  
Iím sorry, friend, youíre too late  

The black dog lives inside me now  
Iíd get him out if I knew how  
I donít want a monster under my bed †
But Iíd 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  
Iím sorry, friend, youíre too late
spacecadet
Written by spacecadet
Published | Edited 8th Jul 2020
Author's Note
This song isnít necessarily saying what I really believe; what Iím trying to get across is the hopeless feeling that comes when you feel your depression/anxiety or whatever your particular Ďblack...
This song isnít necessarily saying what I really believe; what Iím trying to get across is the hopeless feeling that comes when you feel your depression/anxiety or whatever your particular Ďblack dogí is, is starting to come back, especially when you thought it wouldnít come back.
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