The Secret of a Life

Farewell my ghost,
  To quench winter in thine torment.
O'er the white hills of my homeland
  and remnants of my childhood past.

Yonder our fates await,
    Loathsome woe questions only what is me;
A sea of quivering darkness is just
    what it appears to be.

How'er long is take, I will wait as
    the heart unfolds, enveloped in madness.
Thou may ne'er know of the secrets
    that lie hidden there.

For I can ne'er tell; that would be
    Where my soul lay.
At the bottom of the ocean
    Where it is bleeding and locked away.