Echoes of Greed
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
In gilded cages the shadows dance
where avarice breeds its bitter trance.
We are the phantoms of untold greed,
proceeding through the abyss
with nothing but need.
Each gleaming coin, a weight so grim.
Each jewel a teardrop, cold and dim.
We fan the flames of their infernal fires,
amplify the anguish of their desires.
Fingers clutch their treasures tight
yet hearts remain in endless night.
Each mountain of gold becomes a heavy chain,
each fortune’s smile a bitter bane.
Golden dreams shatter–
fractured and torn
under the weight of desires forlorn.
We feast on their desperation’s core,
an insatiable hunger wanting more.
As dawn breaks, revealing the gilded hoard,
we laugh–a symphony of discord.
In the echoes of their fall, we whisper still.
We are greed.
The abyss that never fills.
Feasting on the hearts of men.