THEFT

THIS IS HOW A MALIGNANt NARCISSIST WORKS  (I am ok.  It is not personal)

 

There were no boundaries for you,
Not even to my soul,
You stole it and made it yours,
And fed upon its lifeblood,
You climbed upon it,
Entered in,
Took from it all you could,
And now I’m dead and you will live,
Thriving on stolen goods.