Resurgance of the Detested

I won't lie, your words put me to sleep,
left to dream about stuff I never cared for,
like broken stairs and the ocean floor deep,
until my soul melts to the ocean floor,

where it's dark and icy and I so very miss
everything past that just isn't now.
So I escaped my catacomb, I can love sleepless,
even if I fall into the mud, somehow.

There's nothing I can know for myself,

since every secret has a hidden risk.
I opened every case on my faithful shelf,
and flooded my night with an unknown disc.

In that instant I felt as open as my window.
And if there were anyone with me to bet
(I see no reason for them to ever go),
There may be magic in me yet.