Phantom Pain

Haunted by echoes of a life gone by 
A specter lingers, a haunting lullaby. 
In shadows of doubt, my mind starts to bend 
A phantom pain, a torment without end.
Where echoes of a distant past entwine, 
She’s a ghost in the mirror, a thorn left behind
A relic of passion, where shadows reside 
I crave to obliterate, to erase the past. 
Her name, a whisper cuts just like broken glass. 
Caught in the stillness of moments that pass, 
A fleeting ghost of youth and time's caress
Her laughter, woven in a golden thread, 
Haunts the corners where my envy treads. 
A battle within, a war for control 
As jealousy's venom seeps into my soul 
A twisted desire to claim what is mine 
To shatter the echoes of that lost design. 
The mirror shows a face, but not her form, 
The lines of time and fate have twisted and worn, 
I chase the shadows where her light once shone,
In every corner where the shadows may creep,
I find her name within my restless sleep,
And though I chase the specter’s fleeting flame,
Her ghost will always bear a different name.