black dogs never die
they only stop from hauling
for short periods of time
when they get bored
or tired
or find someone else to bother
black dogs never die
and their hauling never dies as well
it will always linger in your room
will always make you lay awake
there's no escape
there's only gloom
their jazz is playing in the room
louder, louder, louder
- Author: Jwan Trottel ( Offline)
- Published: February 29th, 2024 19:19
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 2
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