I walk underneath darkened sky
heavy steps, boots full of mire
A ***** ***** lays over my shoulder
and in my eyes shines a fire
Tombstones grow from tormented soil
like broken teeth they protude from the ground
flickering shadows from the light of my lantern
and exept my steps, not a single sound
But then it starts, and my steps die away
a whisper of doom and a sudden wheeze
light voices from all around
a cold wind and a steady breeze
I start to dig a grave, ***** for *****
I dig a hole into the ground
Ignoring those voices, in my head
that tell me to stop and turn around
I know all those voices, I've heard them before
every time. when I step on this yard
I learned to ignore them, and to stick to my work
And to dig the graves, part for part
inside those cemetery walls,
where I started walking
you just have to be quiet
to hear dead men talking
And as a gravedigger
I heard many tales
This is far more profounding than it might seem. Im looking forward if you can find the core of this poem. Think about it take your time..and let me know what you thoughs were. Positive or negative. I want to know
