The Grave Diggers.

As I dig up your grave with the same old face, breathing and frowning. The way you've always seen me. I'd never tell you what I was thinking when the soil of your grave seeped into my shoes, or when I couldn't stop digging until I saw you. The only thing you'd ever know, was when I saw the sun and your dead face at the same time. You'd always be real to me.