In the bluest rocks of the ocean
lies a swarm of blood & potions
greyish sand and brittle corpses
touched with darkness & deadly curses
for the warmth of the sun they crave
spirits of the souls that lived in the cave
anchor tattoos and dragons that roam
around the sizzling clouds of Rome
series of flowers that choke & ****
and lead you to your death, at the top of the hill
and when your soul travels home
it's stopped and prisoned by the walls of Rome...