Greed

Souless eyes
And a heart to match
Bound with blackened lies
Covered in blood-red ash
Can it even be called  "life"
When all your dreams are dead
The memories you so loved
You rip, you tear, you shred
You live on in your self-inflicted state
Screaming, pleading, dying
Sadness and love turns to hate
Shrieking, sobbing, crying
The perfect, nice Oasis
Your lovely Garden of Eden
The hopes, the perfection, the graces
Have turned you into a demon
Yet you blindly fail to see
The misery you create
You choose to deny
The gates of Hell that await
You fail to see
The stains your black wounds bleed
So clear,  and so terrifying
Is your endless Greed.