MIASMAL - DEATH MASK

below countless tons of withering stone
forgotten by time and the elements
stillness abound, chilling to the bone
impenetrable darkness and devoid of earths noise

there were scriptures of remedy manifested loud
resurrected prophecies, sacred songs from cursed mouths
they closed the gate and sealed it shut
locked up the wound that could never be healed

death mask

the signs and writings that no one understood
a movement, twisted lines cracks the surface
a hateful smile lurking in the tombs
a growing fire beneath black eyes