mine for a mind

narcissist or bloodsucker

soul robber,
grave hopper,
wouldn't be surprised if you took apart the soul that you stole,
away i'm alone,
unlike you,
who of course is gold,
within it there's silver
but with jagged edges,
rigidity and easy,
cold like paper,
you took everything from me,
my warmth, my passion, my clarity,
so take care of the soul you stole,
dragging it around as a mendacious persona of the person you yearn to be,
but will never fraction even a cavity
-a.