If it were a lie, repeat it for me once more, for in you lie my hopes, my joys, my dreams. Haunt me again, tell me you love me, even if it’s a lie, and with it, kill me—slay me.
Emerge like a thunderclap from my shadowed past. My love, you are a black rose along this cursed path. I hear your laughter once more, but I am so alone, imprisoned in your memories—my heart and soul bound by them.
Show me the world built from your broken promises, and I will reveal mine, forged in repentance and nemesis. Show me the mansion constructed from the ruins of my dashed hopes, a place where neither sadness nor memory can grow.
The night is full of your vivid images, unerasable, your script forever etched on these pages. Go away now, for you have taken everything from me—my faith, my passion, my mischief, my joy. A lie, once again, a false declaration—my last breath belongs to you. And so, I die today with a broken heart, leaving behind only the ghosts of memories, a past forever damned.