I Stole It Poem by Victoria Lee

I stole it from myself.
Now I wake up to a witch in the mirror.
A drab future for the esoteric
because we don't have any

No matter how many

We take. So stone that it should pain me...
eventualy but this high that my heartlessness give me
is all too damging that
I find comfort in it.

I need more of what I stole from myself
because it is dwendling fast. And
no dire need of old out-dated virtue
will stop me from taking more...

But when it's gone... I will just steal yours.