I am a Thief and there is nothing more to say to it.
I steal trust never to return it back.
I covet that young love that you have ,
but what I need the most is something that you will never give ,
And thus I steal.
I need that sound sleep of pure innocence ,
That I bartered for baubles long ago.
In my world I was born for this reason ,
And thus left alone.
There is no guilt inside me ,
No shame either .
I would lie to you without any hither .
I wouldn’t hesitate twice if I had to steal your soul ,
Because in your world ,
You would trade it all for a shiny diamond or a fake coal.
When I would steal ,
I steal with honesty and conviction.
In my world there is a need for a clean heart,
For I promised someone long ago ,
That I would collect at least one before heading to the gates of gore.
Alas, all your souls are as tattered as mine.
For you have also traded your clean heart for a reason.
Sadly when in a different positions ,
When your crisp bills are exchanged at my gates ,
They couldn’t even afford half the measure of self-respect such as mine ,
For they are tainted with much more than just treason .