10-30-2017, 08:58 PM
the end of the chain
they wouldn´t understand
if i painted it for them.
my blunted fangs transcend
the treats and bones i´m thrown,
it isn´t real, this world
is not my home.
the beginning of the chain
a pretty night to walk the park,
my undead dog kept on the mandatory leash.
it´s dragging towards the fog
and barks, a howling concert starts.
i´m wavering
between embarrassment and scorn,
and maybe both are wrong.
it all depends
on where the chains would lead...
how should i know?
i see just shadows in the dark.
they wouldn´t understand
if i painted it for them.
my blunted fangs transcend
the treats and bones i´m thrown,
it isn´t real, this world
is not my home.
the beginning of the chain
a pretty night to walk the park,
my undead dog kept on the mandatory leash.
it´s dragging towards the fog
and barks, a howling concert starts.
i´m wavering
between embarrassment and scorn,
and maybe both are wrong.
it all depends
on where the chains would lead...
how should i know?
i see just shadows in the dark.
...