Doghouse Thoughts
They say that only
the good die young,
I guess Iβll live forever.
Iβve been trying for forever
to get a little better.
Iβve been lying for a while,
I untether.
Iβve been dead inside for years
riding the surging tides of
all this stormy weather.
I confess that Iβm a
monster hurting innocents.
In a sense I think if I
would die that you could mend.
Worth mentioning that Iβm
still dying trying to make amends.
I said that last line to my demons,
now weβre good olβ friends.
Iβm glad you see right through
the lies and through my ignorance.
I doubt Iβll ever see the light again
- no recompense.
You have no tolerance for me -
and I donβt want you to.
Why should you let a beast like
me lay next to you?
This ainβt a petting zoo.
I hate the half of me thatβs empty
- full of apathy.
He hates the other half that
tries and tries to make you happy.
I hope you sleep well tonight,
my love,
and have sweet dreams.
Iβll be in the doghouse - ignore the screaming and the laughing.