From the Mountains of Madness

The black dog sleeping in the corner of my mind He's keeping a watchful eye on me, ready to steal my mind well black dog I'm leaving you at rest and making a break for bliss I'm dreaming of laughter filled days away from the grief No black dog barking orders at me I'm descending from the mountains of madness And entering a valley at peace No more worries about money, wars, or relationships just what sort of ice cream should I have with this cake. Wait can I hear barking, the black dog not waking from sleep ! No its the sound of marching band , the victory parade ALT ENDING YOU PICK DOES THE BLACK DOG GET HIM No its the sound of the train that's just ended my pain . me and the black dog are dead. The idea for the poem come from watching the invictus games soldiers coming back from war zones effected by what they have seen .