O Grave Yard Ship Poem by Doryar Ooh

'O' the horrors of this grave yard ship
'O' conning bed of fools
'O' dead eyes that watch
as life
goes by
Mooted by the death
of rules
'O' ship that binds my body
and tries to murder
my mind
'O' holder of deadly times
racked to and fro
whose soul do you confine
'O' keeper of the seasonal clock
lock and thow away
the key
'O' ship 'O' ship tis a fool
you lock
but not
the real me
'O' grave yard ship, set a drift
no direction for to go
'O' motorless wretch
out to raging sea
what harbor do ye know
'O' slimmy filty anchor, decietful horn
and lying bell
'O' fog that surrounds you
with purtied smells of hell
'O' some key to be
your anchor
pray
you moor unto
some dock
'O' grave yard ship dost there be
forlough
do you ever mind the clock
'O' sweet smell
of release roll over
from this grave
remove the confindment rock
'O' resurection freedom
get me far far from this dock
'O' ship
away form this harbor
return to your
hell bound trip
'O' death tired eyes
slide open
old filt from them slip
'O' tis freedom
you be feeling
not the ship's
deadly spell
'O' nose gasp
smells O freedom
for now death
now must lift
it's vail
'O' remember not
the grave yard ship's hold
or the coldness
of the cell
for from the ship
ye now have freedom
'O' let the ship go back to hell