The Heart Thief

He stole through my window
In the depths of the night
He spoke soft words, empty and meaningless
I thought I heard chimes tinkling in the wind
The air chilled as he whispered in my ears
The darkness surrounded me
I reached out and grasped his lapel
The brim of his hat grazed my face
Eyes looked into mine, empty and hollow
I was comforted in the sight, my fear strangely missing
How can he be so hypnotic?
Where is this handsome yet haunting figure from?
Will I ever breathe again?
My heart is still
I feel my breast my lungs are empty
The pain clasps my throat
My eyes darken
Then I feel him moving away
My heart stolen


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