In shadows deep, your words do creep, A hollow love, a whispered lie, You take my heart, your hands so steep, But never pause to question why. I climbed, I fell into your snare, Unseen, my soul you deftly use, In spite of cries, you do not care, Your art, my pain, you reproduce. You shift the blame, the hurt you sow, A garden dark, your cruelty grown, Yet still, I stand, your winds to blow, In hopes you'll see, in hopes you've known. But blindness shrouds your callous gaze, While I, a ghost within your dome, Yearn for love, a guiding blaze— O leave me free, or call me home.