I tell my hellhound every night
to stop stalking my dreams
It's brunt brimstone breath
creeps over my skin
Behind bushes, at my front door
scratching at the door, calling to fight.
Hades' pet is at my bedroom door, waiting
nails and feet heavy
wounds from days before thrum
my breath, unsteady.
Anticipation of what I will become
Yet it leaves, nails and feet fading.
Yesterday I told my hellhound go-
No-
The black creature growled as it wrapped around my feet
It is still here
It sleeps soundly.
It follows me home every night
It is not mine but I am it's
The devilish wolf won't let me leave
I am a slave to what it permits
Yet if it dies I know I'll grieve
This is crazy, why am I not alright.
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Nihilist's Cookbook
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