requiem pt2

every night i waited by the fountain, my heart beneath that twisted rundown tower

crashing with the waves against blackrotted rocks

the frontgate open, 

my secrets guard themselves

but the hidden cellardoor, heavy with the weight of the dark depts of the wild wild sea

i waited for those small sweet clues, they lend themselves to me with such apparent ease

is it all a dream

requiem, my soul

requiem