Sick little spies in the back of my mind, lend me your ear.
Let me ****** you into leaving this place.

Allow me to introduce myself.
A phantom of a long gone time,
I have come to haunt the shadows here now.

I'd like to cleanse you of your sorrows,
separate the shelves we once painted.
You let them get dusty, grime and mold reigns.
Have you forgotten what it felt to hold my hand?

I'll leave you be when you look me in the eye,
a task not fit for a king.
But your crown is now shriveled,
my silver lining formed your second-place noose.

So just remember, remember, the sun always sets
in the place where darkness lived before.

You will be found out, you will be taken apart,
and this king's throne will be held by one more endearing.
They shant be amazed, no tears will be shed for your death.
Simply an empty shelf, a clean mind, and a satisfactory taste for disdain