The thief is a mistress of
But I loved her, for I thought she was the one who could love me back.
She is the one who I have had poison my dreams and hopes and thoughts
And contaminate the deepest recesses of my soul with her dark venom.
It coursed through my veins and eroded away my senses and left me a dribbling idiot in her almighty wake.
I told her this before and she cast me aside.
I told her this again and she cast me aside.
I told her this a third time, most recent of all and still she stood stone against my stream of love.
I decided I had enough.
I stood up against her putrid defilement and said STOP!
The thief must leave my life for she had stolen my heart
And by giving it back I might now look for another more worthy than her.
So the search begins.
The malicious demons fight there way back to the surface;
But I remain valiant and triumph over them.
I am stronger now, and for that I am thankful of the thief.
Without her torture, I would never had