One day the dogs came to life, and it wasn’t normal.
They were all scaly and crocodile like and stuff and I thought
Fuck, the dogs aren’t normal anymore
I wish the sky was red
And my heart was bursting open to be filled with its seed
Then I would be fine with this
The torn bedsheets and new claw marks across the lawn
If the sky became like dogs had been at it, then maybe the sun could bleed out, cover us in a coating that drys up
Creates a new shell
And in the bloody shell there might be traces
Of the thoughts of the dogs
About all this
GlitchOut 