As I walk to the corner of where I first was born, I look to the sign of a dog. I see my boss in his real form a dog a black red eyed creeping dog. He growls and ask where I’ve been I say “I can’t tell you” as I walk away. He stalks me till I turn around I curse and scream and cower in pain but he pushed me all this way. I hate to do this it hurts so much and then he’s down on his knees begging for mercy I laugh as I realize that there’s a dark side of me.
the dark side of me
September 17, 2010