The man thinks he rich

But he’s poor

His eyes are keen and they twitch

When he sees money

He needs to unlock a door

To wealth

He’s under the illusion it will better his health

Even though he’s hands are full of jewels, money, riches and gold

He uses the same hands to put up more

It makes his hands cold

Like his heart

He doesn’t realize that when hands are full and tries to pick up more riches, jewels and gold that he’s losing more that he thinks he’s get

But that not even the shocking part

All bright and radiant as the gold and jewels are

Inside of him is eternally black darkness

The darkness consumes him close and far

Within himself

He doesn’t even know himself