Out of a Grave
Out of a grave I come to tell you,
Laughter nor our tears,
for we have only known vanity
Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss
Despair and death deep in darkness
over this land,
I Brood like an owl , For it was in my heart
The stone that anchor’s me and weeps rust downward, along my soul
the darkness creeps in,, out of the grave I come to tell you this.
A dark and inward sky,. No more becalmed to lie,
By Oscar