Mr. Blackhound

Oh, Mr. Blackhound, sitting in my heart.

Why must you snarl so?

My human form lowers the guard of my fellow race,

until they catch glimpse of your fang-bearing face.

Reactions of fear and flee must sustain you;

The crunching of bones, music to your pointed ears.

A past path of bloodstains shone through.

Writhing and growling like tempestuous thunderstorms.

You're not even battle-born.

In darkness you bask.

Scavenging on corpses of the innocent,

hiding behind your black mask.

What a fool I must've been

to harbor you as a pup.

You grew fast, taking the space in my heart right up.

An idiot indeed I surely am.

Now how am I to become a man?

My heart, trapped in boyhood.

Maybe that boy is dead.

But not you Mr. Blackhound.

You always remain fed.