He Licked My Imagination

He came like a thief in the night and took
my heart, but that wasn't enough he also
stole my soul

Then he went even further , and like it was
an ice cream cone, he licked my imagination
until there was none left

I began to feel like a non-entity, and wondered
what more he could take, then he claimed my
creativity, and usurped my dreams

All that was left was a shell containing, some
organs , bones, nerves sinews, molecules cells,
but he invaded those until he had every scintilla
captured, and there was no more me that I
could see

I knew then , as his alter-ego he would be in
charge, but how he would treat me I had no
idea, until some time went by, but for now it's as if
he's the host, and like it or not, I'm the ghost....

2002