Thief Poem by Brianna Wilshusen

The night is dark,
The night is cold.
The mystery in my heart
Will always make me feel,
For the darkness in my soul.
For darkness of my heart
My cold balck heart,
Will seep into your skin
Just to find your demon within.
Your demon will return
And your soul will leek away,
Into me it shall go
And you will go bad.
My evil will take over
Your heart will freeze,
As I slowly steal your soul
'Cause I need one of my own.