*money

You stir me,
you reached into me,
into my heart,
into my soul.

You make me kill,
you make me lie,
I lost my friends
Just to have you by my side.

You make me look down
on all that have less
you make me pray
on deities that have excess..

I walk your corridors of gold
I feel cold..
Warmed by your icy touch
At last solace deep in your clutch..


(dedicated to those who pride money more than anything, more than friends and more than life)