My flesh, bones, and blood...

My flesh, bones, and blood...

Always being torn apart by a monster.

Unknown by their actions,

If I survived, I'd wake up with blood on my fur...

 

I'd cry, whimper and beg...

The monster chained me, beat me, and yelled at me.

Lost and Confused,

I just wanted to be happy and free.

 

Day was too long...

Night was too short.

Afraid to bark,

I had to fight, when I just wanted support.

 

Look into my eyes...

Pain clouded my vision.

Fighting till death,

The Monsters needed the money, that was their mission.

 

Abused and used, left to scar...

I ran away, all alone

I was left in the dark...

I died a day or two later...

Not because of starvation,

But of a broken heart...

 

(It is in an animal's perspective...)

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