Shadow of a doubt Fear of freaking out Sure that I'd been marked Stare down in the yard Couldn't shake him off Black dog on my arm Fist of fur of saboteur I press him to my breast Hackles high Dilated eye I cool him with my breath (Ha!) We're not to give a name And not to let him in As not to rue the day He eats us from within But hear his hollow heart Black hole, he is me Fist of fur of saboteur I press him to my breast Hackles high dilated eye I cool him with my breath He and I, Orion, heathen Drawn for all of time Mothers milk and hair of dog I am him, satisfied