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.