Generous Thief

 

This flesh I bear is your commodity.

 Claimed rights to this heart, this spirit, this Soul.

 These feet, though bare, never met the auction block.

This be the truth, I swear.

 

Like a dirty trick found in youthful folly,

Dazzled my reason, diverted its gaze

And stole me in my entirety

before a saccade was even made.

 

Slave to a thief, approaching a decade.

Why would a thief be nothing save composed

When he beholds, forces with arms

Have arrived to steal his stole.

 

 Come the day when the cool steel

Is felt in your heart, your spirit, your Soul

And you have arrived to free your freedom

Trigger nor bullets you will need.

 

Like a dirty trick found in youthful folly,

Threatened with reprimanding,

The coveted treasure is returned with cumbersome

Before barrels even bear the air

 

Like the prowl of an eternal predator

Who missed a Meal to it's fight for life,

His exertion will deem me a day’s work,

His pride will feast twice as much at sunrise,

And my existence will be forgotten by noon.

Satiation be the sentence to condemn him eternally

For satiation has never seen sleep in this marauder.

And when his belly be hallow and heard,

His bed of bones will speak of me.

Render my image a thought in his mind

And a revenge his bare belly will seek.

 

But in this moment as he ceases his stalk and step

And you see freedom in the clear,

Take a moment to cover your tracks

For courage cannot live in fear.