Scripture

Rite II — Nothing Left to Steal

You came like a storm with velvet hands
Whispered sweet while you took what you planned
Picked me apart like a lock with no key
Left the bones, kept the parts that could bleed
You smile like a thief at the edge of grace
Mirror’s cracked, but you love the face
Every word was a rigged roulette
Spun me dry, now place your bets

But I’m done.
I’m blank.
No tears, no thanks.
You drained me hollow—congratulations.
Was it fun?
Did I break just right?
Now that I’m quiet, now that I’m light—
You stare like there’s something real,
But there’s nothing left to steal

You wore me down with that calm control
Said, “It’s love,” as you swallowed me whole
I carved my name into silence just to cope
Hung my hope on a noose of rope

But you don’t get to claim what’s gone
Not the ash, not the ruin, not the song
I’m not your ghost—I’m not your scene
I’m the wreckage that walked off clean

Yeah, I’m done.
I’m blank.
No cries, no thanks.
You drained me hollow—congratulations.
Was it fun?
Did I crack just right?
Now that I’m dust, now that I’m night—
You stare like there’s something real,
But there’s nothing left to steal

You were a fire I fed with my name
But the smoke cleared—and I’m not the same
You taught me numb. You taught me cold.
But guess what, darling? You don’t own soul

So I’m done.
Stone-faced.
Erased your grace.
I’m a silence you can’t embrace.
You reach for echoes—I don’t feel.
You’re too late—
There’s nothing left to steal.

“You ever watch someone bleed out and smile? That’s what loving them felt like. But I’m dry now. And silence… silence doesn’t beg.”

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