The memory of you
Your memory
haunts me,
frightening me
and chasing me
in Dreams
now past,
until the nightmare
becomes a
terrifying Reality.
I cannot escape,
I cannot run
from your stalking
memory.
Awake, asleep,
I think of you
always and
how you stained
my soul.
Your face appears
when the least
expected.
I cannot hide
from you
for you stalk
me to the edge
of Sanity,
always bringing
me back,
always returning
to my side.
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