The Weird Dog

I gave my soul to the weird dog, the weird dog comes at night: he walks into my pictures, and takes my eyes so bright He walks the house at midnight, his toothy shadow spills, onto my bed when fast asleep, then sniffs my curls and frills He plants his paws upon me, I struggle to be free, then drinks my breath out from me, with eyes I cannot see Oh someone please come help me and rescue me from death, I fear for my poor soul, when smell the weird dog’s breath And should you hear him coming, and ask me what to do, I’ll tell you there is nothing; condemned to hell are you