The black dog it stalks me,

I don’t know what to do.

Literally, I don’t know what to do.

After the dizzying high of a manic episode, I seem to be lost in between activities.

What do you want me from me black dog?

Does an interaction with you mean the end?

Because all you want to do is follow me.

I’d rather a bite from you

Than your sad beady red eyes.

Let me pat you,

You follow me like a pet.

It’s the intimidation you seek

Not the interaction.

I’m getting stalked by the black dog.