there is a little dog/
shrouding my thought/
he gets the best of me/
sometimes.
although hard to see/
I know you wouldn't think/
upon digging deep'
you too,
would surely come to find.


he's in the instinct
that comes from within
in burning desire; compete to win.
he's the thought that says;
to seek revenge
that..
-the end is not the end-
my friend'.
if you do not see him in me
you probably think I'm just too sweet
but trust when I say
that at the end of everyday,
I undress that little sheep.

sleeps at my feet.




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