I live as a shadow of myself.
That darkness similar to my blood;
They both bleed out of me unwillingly.
This dog is thirsty.
Don't come near me!
This dog of mine will bite you.
His collar slips off the emancipated form I so wish to be.
I am unable to tether and control him.
He roams freely, barking and stomping on my shadow.
Just go away!
I fear this dog will bite you.
This dog I raised has turned on me.
Turning feral from trauma.
From words that bit me in the past.
Don't get too close!
I can not control how my black dog will act.
So just stay away,
Pretend you don't know me.
It's better this way.