Five Dogs Poem by Georgi Todorov

I have a friend and he is a dog.
He lives locked in an iron door cell
I feed him with
my own flesh
because this way I don't feel sorrow neither fear death.

I have a leader and he is a dog.
He leads me through roads of vice.
He runs madly
but only when it's dark.
With my blind face I always follow him.

I have a savior and he is a dog.
He comes in the wildest days and nights.
A pink pill is what
brings him to me.
I call him, he knows all my secrets.

I have a slave and he is a dog.
Him I hate the most, because
he may be a dog but
has an eunuch's soul.
I beat him to death and listen to him howling all night.

I have a killer and he is a dog.
He usually sleeps in his cell
with his warm breath cutting the darkness.
I feel that hiding behind him makes me immortal,
and wake him up only when
I have no other hope.

In five cells I keep five dogs.
I unlock the doors and
listen to them barking,
then lay down and wait for them to drink my blood.
Nobody knows I'm a dog too.