Betray me

With thine blood upon my hands
I whisper to the shadows
Take me to thy throne
For there it is I belong
Because the light has grown weary
And smiles all fade eventually
Although they nay
They try to stay
For my shadows grow
Within every death
Every heart bleeding on my doorstep
As the last of my own turns to dust
And becomes the wind
The itch upon your skin
That never goes away
Although Ive left long ago.