Thief In The Night (Act I)

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You took from me that to which is unseen,

With your wicked touch, you've killed my dream,

Of ever having a sense of what it feels to be

A normal human being. 


There's no rest for me, no Love to see,

Just a hollowness where my happiness

Should be;

I'm a bitter being, what have you done to me?

When I look into these mirrors

Loneliness is all I see. 


Your selfishness has left my confidence, 


Broken and shaken, I'm paranoid and anxious,

I see what I've become, oh, how I hate it.


This lack of confidence starts to condense

And manifest itself into a lack of words,

That I could use to point out my hurt,

Or to you, who spreads this wicked curse.


And for you there's truly no name,

Just a pale face and a lengthy frame;

No choice of words, it's actions that maim;

Leave the world weak, and your victims

Forever the same.


You leave it all in a stage of fright,

For you I have no name; incognitus you remain,

So I'll call you what you've always been,

My Thief In The Night!

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