Black Dog

The black dog stalks the night,

Preying when you least expect it.

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Eyes red as blood,

Heart as icy as the moon in the morning.

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It attacks, ripping up your wrists and thighs.

Covering them in cuts.

"Blame it on the cat,"

It whispers in it's voice.

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A voice so sly and suspicious,

Yet you choose to believe it anyway.

As it tells lies,

Telling you you're not good enough,

Not worth it,

Unwanted,

Hated.

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The black dog preys on even the strongest,

It likes a challenge.

It wants to bring you down,

Break you,

Cover you in scars.

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It survives off your sadness,

Just a little happiness will scare it away,

For a moment at least.

In that moment,

You realise how silly you were

Scared of a stupid black dog.

But then it returns,

And the cycle begins again.