The dog that’s does not bark.

Dakota

Beaten battered and bruised.

Look at me a loser not much left to lose.

a loser who bit off more than he can chew. 

don't give up don't give up

I hope you fight it 

built a pit waiting for a fire you must ignite it.

Nothing but a good try 

to you, in my head I snapped you're neck if you wondered while I smiled as you yelled and cry. 

now I'm out in my place  I will not take my anger out on anyone but myself other wise it feels misplaced.

I want my fist to taste your blood 

Cold as an unwanted love 

can one take this much.

now I will not say a thing, every thing you've done has left a mark 

fear the dog that does not bark.

  • Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2019 09:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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