So do you still call out my cursed name
When sunset’s stage does cede to darkest night;
When fearsome caricatures stalk your dreams
And beads of sweat your silken skin affright?
Do you awaken then in abject fear
And search black shadows for some trace of me—
Or yet to phantom phones that ring too clear,
A call of nothingness to hear or see?
For nothingness is all that shall remain
Save memories of bitter, barren days;
And in your mind I shall embrace all blame,
Your iron ego razing truth away.
In cruel lies you did my heart malign—
So may my memory haunt you for all time.

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