Forgotten Tomb
Forgotten Tomb
Cracked stone smeared with moss, stairs descending into breath that tastes like rust
the tomb wasn’t built to be remembered, just another pit carved to keep the dead hush
but the air hums with something awake, something that scrches coffin lids when the moon is high
as if bones still have tongues and secrets still have eyes
Doorway gapes like a mouth waiting to swallow, steps feel like vertebrae into a spine of regret
echoes bounce off damp walls slick with swe from centuries of ghosts not ready yet
symbols carved by shaking hands warn you without words, you just feel it in your gut
that what was sealed away down here isn’t sleeping, it’s waiting for the next cut
Curiosity digs deeper than fear, so you descend though your lungs protest
each footfall a promise to the dark that you’ll join the rest
Forgotten tomb, secrets kept in clay, walk too deep and your title will stay
stones don’t need to know you to hold you anyway
forgotten tomb, air thick as wool, every step a pull
The deeper you go the colder it gets, not cold that pricks but cold that seeps in bones
turning blood into syrup, making your heart be like it knows it’s alone
the bottom you realize nothing is dead, just waiting, dust in your lungs might have been a breath
shadows along the walls aren’t tricks, they’re remainss that never met death
You run your fingers across titles scraped away by time or by something that wanted them forgotten
since memory is a curse in this pit and the dead don’t like being trodden
the silence roars and you feel footsteps that aren’t yours keeping pace
the tomb wasn’t abandoned, it was waiting to embrace
Forgotten tomb, secrets kept in clay, walk too deep and your title will stay
stones don’t need to know you to hold you anyway
forgotten tomb, air thick as wool, every step a pull
When you climb back up you carry the tomb in your lungs, in your skin
some places never let you leave, even when you think you win
A forgotten tomb doesn’t forget you when you visit
dust you breathe might be someone’s last word
you leave but it stays in you like a bruise in your blood