Dog

I gave you power and let you feast on my weakness, couldn’t stand my ground, so i let in your sickness. I let your fangs sink into my neck, stroke my hair, and say, “What a good pet.” Let you know as i knelt at your feet that you could do anything you desired to me. And I’d still be pliant, and ready, and eager, you’d point the gun and I’d beg for the trigger. Sit still like a statue and take the assault, I let you take part of me, more of me, all.