The piercing, glimmering
Drop of lust, gingerly dangling,
From the corner of smoky eyes,
It paints the snow-hued sclera nitty-gritty green,
With envy, with something more than the
Gold strewn across a jewel studded desk.
They pile up, barely enough to feed the hunger
Within, it morphs into a surmount of anger,
Of something sinking its teeth into soft tender flesh,
The scorching, excruciating feeling, the need for a dash
To grab all within the universe, the Milky Way
To say the Earth belongs to me today.
But even that will not be enough to fill
A deep, dark, endless hole in hell
As greed knows no boundaries.