an oubliette of misplaced things

I found my sigils on the walls

it scares me too,
I think of days when nights were dreadful quiet
and when the moon was paler than my dead skin
yeah—when all I could do was hide it,

sometimes when you hide things
they move place
 relocate
without your say
that secret room you left it in
   the place nobody knows
you forget,

but if you're lucky
it's recovered
but then you wonder
why did you bother, why bother?
why not a place where—it's easy for me to see?

I've cracked some riddles
fuck me have I solved some puzzles,
conundrums, some nights just drums
         "drums in the deep?"
Yes drums in the deep,
demon shadows and gods
and drums
drums in the deep
the things that consumed my sleep

—an entire gauntlet
portcullis teeth
abandoned dungeons
full of ghosts and exhausted groans,

it once scared me too,
and now I think of my days
  in fondly ways
where I haven't pushed things away
how I haven't suffered demons stay
and how afraid I once became.