Paper Cut Eyes

Grave for a friend

Grave for a friend

Bruised and blistered I stand,

next to a half-dug grave.

The grave of man's best friend.

Last time I did this still young and innocent,

small graves and a tear for my loved ones.

Here I stand now,

knee deep in time's repeat.

Rest in peace till time again,

I'm called back to my place in this cycle of tears.