Black Dog

He comes from no where, deep beneath the surface fraternity of every day thoughts, stalking quietly and quickly before silently sinking his deathly teeth into your heart, dragging down hope into the dark pits, where distorted reason warps bad memory into inevitable prophecy and twisted illusion to a painful reality. Shame lurks behind any joyful dreams and failure stares in front of wishful schemes. Possibilities are worthless and everything is pointless.

There is brief relief drowning in bottled false hope until the soft unconscious comforts, but it is always shattered in cold sweat and despair amongst tangled sheets.

Then as mysteriously as he came, his jaws release you. .

and well … solo bueno. Woohoo