This Old Dog

Do love me like a tainted dog..

The darkness cast by a thorned veil,

my body that wanders, weathered and frail.

 A person, a puppet, a heart over like fog,

 in the echoes of pain, I feel like a dog.

With my eyes that reflect a world full of pain,

I bear every wound, every bruise, every stain.

Yet, like a loyal companion, ever true,

I return. Despite, no matter what I go through.