The self-centered thief
It takes when you have nothing to give
Then tramples on your bed

It creeps its way into your head
And restrains your arms then hoards each leg
You're forced to listen and wait

Its caress much like a spider's walk
It sears and burns, your rage pours forth
All while your loved ones vacate

Blaming you and your struggling might
Its breath miasmic, past its venomous bite
It ends by ****** your fate