by Brian Willett

Created on: May 15, 2008

The color of cash
Has rubbed off on your hands
Your soul now glows green with envy
Slave to greedy demands

You reach deep into your pocket
And surrender a piece of your soul
Ever eager for a profit
You sell the dreams you stole

The void it's left inside you
Can't be paved with pocket change
So the well must be dug ever deeper
And your life is rearranged

Yet the gold you seek is fuel to fire
Each acquisition like empty air
You try to glean some life from it
But instead it strips your soul bare

A spectacle so sad to see
You don't feel the unyielding grip
But you will never be free
While avarice anchors your ship

While clawing at your prison's walls
You fail to realize
That self sets up all these falls
And lashing out scars you inside.

Though the mirror once reflected
The truth of your mind's eye
A misleading mask has replaced the glass
Your life now a bitter lie.

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