Can you banish me to the shadows
and shower me with my collected tears.
Cleanse the sin of always longing for more
and slaughter the remaining feelings that I have swimming around in my hollowed being.
Coughing up the words I swallowed down deep
I beg to be left alone
in regret and unfiltered sorrow.
Catching the scent of a decaying rose
resting in the cage that lives in the center of my sleepless body.
Call it out, and I will take your pain into my own.
I will do it for the sake of your horned soul
so I can revive something in mine
Conning my way through
my final days
leaving behind
your happiness.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 2:17 AM UTC
Can you banish me to the shadows
and shower me with my collected tears.
Cleanse the sin of always longing for more
and slaughter the remaining feelings that I have swimming around in my hollowed being.
Coughing up the words I swallowed down deep
I beg to be left alone
in regret and unfiltered sorrow.
Catching the scent of a decaying rose
resting in the cage that lives in the center of my sleepless body.
Call it out, and I will take your pain into my own.
I will do it for the sake of your horned soul
so I can revive something in mine
Conning my way through
my final days
leaving behind
your happiness.
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