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 .
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