the memory thief, a tragic figure, head filled with holes, and mystery. the memory thief, an unknown force, lives in the shadows, waits in the wings, some may say he's a conspiracy theory that no one knows about, others say he's a myth. 
he will come in the night, in the mid afternoon,morning will break open, he comes when you close your eyes, he takes your past and when you awake you don't even know who you are. he haunts the future and feeds on your past, he's a night dweller, avoids the sunlight because it reveals him.
the memory thief will take everything you hold dear, treasure intangible, even that, can be stolen by sly wire hands and long spidery fingers, he traces a line over your skin, a pattern, a mandala that opens you up like a spam tin as your secrets pour out. 
vast holes everywhere, lost keys, family day trips, precious words a lover once said, holiday vistas, childhoods, relationships, children's memories, fleeting and lingering, it all spills out and he drinks it up like a greedy beast who could never be satisfied.
yes his hunger is endless, it spans aeons, his thirst unquenchable, almost eternal. when i first met him he requested one favour, he fell to his knees grasping my hands in his, he cried like a baby, howling and blubbering and begging me to kill him i looked down into his darkness, his eyes like portals forced open, you could smell his torment and i felt merciful so i agreed to offer him an oblivion but there's always a price for my services, a toll, a trade of sorts.
i filter through his massed memories, what has he got that i could use. thousands of years here, cultures, histories, geographies...fleeting memories, long epic memory, pain and joy, suffering and ah.. sweet redemptions, glimmering flickering emotions, an ocean of grief, humans know how to suffer, they perfected it.
it flows through me, like a vast movie, wars, conflicts, blood, tears, loss, nothing i can use though, random white noise, i seen all this before, it's junk, scrap heaped garbage. 
i trawl further, a psychic fisherman, in this deep ocean where there's nothing, no light penetrating, sunken buried treasure hidden away in the subterranean void. 
the memory thief hangs his head, slumped in my two hands, on his knees in a deep delta, i shift him to the gamma state, this is where i will find it, buried in the memory thief's unconscious, the glimmering prize, yes it's here, i can feel it, something worthwhile and true, the spark, fragment of the creator, the original divinity.
his body slumps forwards lifeless, and i must move again, an angel of death, sweet releaser, my love will set you free.