A dark paranoia dogs my steps, <br />goes for the throat, leaps on my chest, <br />brings down it's prey and rips my flesh, <br />baying at the moon. <br /> <br />I am a tortured soul in hell, <br />flayed alive, not doing well. <br />A black dog obeying some primal spell, <br />baying at the moon. <br /> <br />Moods that shift from meek and mild, <br />to vile anger, all blast and bile, <br />courting danger and passions wild, <br />baying at the moon. <br /> <br />The hunt is savage and hard-pressed, <br />with gnashing teeth to stop my breath. <br />A scream of horror, mute in my breast, <br />baying at the moon. <br /> <br />My limber friends fawn and smile, <br />to render pity to the unruly child. <br />I curse their tenderness, I spit and snarl, <br />baying at the moon. <br /> <br />I drank the poison from the vial, <br />and saw my visions from exile. <br />An addict's life can be a trial, <br />baying at the moon. <br /> <br />Some arcane instinct, I cannot tell. <br />Repellant in it's ancient smell, <br />craven fear made visceral, <br />baying at the moon. <br /> <br />The jealous gods have unleashed the hounds. <br />The pack scent blood and my weeping wounds; <br />the chase is on, my life in ruins, <br />baying at the moon. <br /> <br />A gauntlet run that lasts for miles, <br />exhausts the body and the mind's denials. <br />Love is madness and we're all beguiled, <br />baying at the moon.<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-dog/
