Wooden dog. 

  In my dreams you’re just a wooden dog
  it barks
  I think ill become deaf
  those too empty eyes will drive me mad
  I talk
  it seems it doesn’t hear 
  is that a fair image of you my dear
  and should I blame what happened
just on you
  this dog has nothing to do with you
  but it barks
  I must admit i`d never been so rude
  but I talk
  it seems it doesn’t hear
  but I talk 
  it seems it doesn’t hear
  every time I turn my head  
  this bloody dog is there 
  it moves without walking 
  it stops when I stop