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There is a thief who lives with me A thief that steals constantly He steals my sleep my time and my peace He saps my strength and shortens my reach There is a thief who lives with me He steals my hope and shortens my days He runs his hands along my spine clenching and twisting and he smiles His reach extends from my spine to my eyes locking me in his vice He wraps my mind in his dull red haze and he makes me stupid and vile There is a thief who lives with me We battle every day every hour waking sleeping There is no time when he is not a constant companion He keeps me spinning in bed searching for a place of rest Every hour it is He that controls my work and my play There is a thief who lives with me I try to seal my world from him I stuff the cracks and bar the doors Dark the windows and stopper the gates He finds me no matter There is a thief who lives with me But he knows me well, this thief of mine and soon he's found the cracks The chinks in my Armour he knows so well and soon his art he racks There is a thief who lives with me a companion old and wearisome There!! You see he comes stealing minutes and hours My thief of days My Pain Solita _2007
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Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
Thief
There is a thief who lives with me A thief that steals constantly He steals my sleep my time and my peace He saps my strength and shortens my reach There is a thief who lives with me He steals my hope and shortens my days He runs his hands along my spine clenching and twisting and he smiles His reach extends from my spine to my eyes locking me in his vice He wraps my mind in his dull red haze and he makes me stupid and vile There is a thief who lives with me We battle every day every hour waking sleeping There is no time when he is not a constant companion He keeps me spinning in bed searching for a place of rest Every hour it is He that controls my work and my play There is a thief who lives with me I try to seal my world from him I stuff the cracks and bar the doors Dark the windows and stopper the gates He finds me no matter There is a thief who lives with me But he knows me well, this thief of mine and soon he's found the cracks The chinks in my Armour he knows so well and soon his art he racks There is a thief who lives with me a companion old and wearisome There!! You see he comes stealing minutes and hours My thief of days My Pain Solita _2007
- From Invisable Bonds
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DoyenneSolace
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Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
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