Still Waters

They say still waters run deep in me, that I am healed because your eyes I can meet, but they dont know of my insanity;

The windows of my eyes dont show the monster torturing my soul, they seem only as pools of ore, containing painful, precious lore;

And the waters so still and deep seem still because I cannot speak, and no one knows the battles that rage within the depths that make me sage;

Abandon a sword in the flames and the metal will see a stronger day;

Iron will is what keeps me still, and that depth they speak about is a fathomless abyss with angels and demons glimpsed through the mist;

What kind of fantastical magikry is this?

From the leagues of my inner sea come all my thoughts and all my dreams, but beware the sharks that lurk in the murky deep.