Covered in Dog

by WildChild

I don’t miss this man, covered in dog
The hair, suiting a devil in flesh
The last legs ended in fog
I came to bark the truth and was ignored by an animal
My furry lady sat and cried like a prisoner
I waited as he slept with his sharp teethed black lucifer
I wasn’t alone, I had my perfect, kind lady
Until I wasn’t able to save us both

Now we are completely imperfect, together.1538895_776417132118_5381870122965780160_n