Hounds of disgust
The opposite of intriguing
Feeling only nothing
The face of deformity
Cannot stand its own complexity
It faces narcissistic tendencies
Jumping on each of my brittle bones
With a need to snag
I cannot move as these events unfold around me
I may only helplessly watch
My being is stiff from the moons strong rays
Being pulled upward
At the same time
Never destined to touch a star outside of our reach
It was a last minute arrangement
There is no compassion is this sects eyes
Only the want of the beast
When it comes time for the hounds to follow through
They do not hesitate although you might
How do I escape?
The endless cycle of fighting for the star within
Will the dog days ever end?
Or will they always be coming for me?