I’ve lived in your Tomb

In your tomb, I’ve dwelled,

Heard whispers from beyond the veil, Silence creeping ’round your shattered heart of stone.

I’ve walked the halls of your soul, Felt the night’s embrace, Heard the echoes of the fallen, Gazed upon the marble of your mind.

I’ve consented to your rituals, As you shed your deathly mask, And let your Roman lips and hair flow free, After eons of confinement.

I’ve accepted your dark kiss, Beneath a broken moon, Bathed in the courtyard of your swollen pride.

But all this vanity comes at a cost, Trapped in a prison of mocking laughter, Indeed, I’ve lived in your tomb.