He doesn't bite,
Barking filled the room instead.
But he didn't bite.
The noise never escapes my head.
Echos.
A fog that I can't see past.
I should be grateful, though
He doesn't bite.
I can't hear, though.
Isolation.
He makes me question my position,
When did our love become distant?
In your eyes, those that can't be recognized,
Affection lessens.
Another burden.
The fog.
I can't hear.
I apolog...
