This is a poem I wrote when I was high, dogs were barking and sniffing me.
HellHounds..The cautious bumble-eyed demons of breath
Absorbing my soul, using my pure existence to lack in death.
Unforgiven, satanist with a path known widely as despise
Ghosts of the near, inhabitants K9..Elevating their cries.
Distance is key, fear is consequence..Life watching tight
Grip eyelids, befriend the close and stay under the light.
For these are the warnings of the loved ones that care
About the demons behind your ears swelling in despair.
Its very short, so if you have read the short 8 lines, please leave comments.