There's a ghost in my house. I hear her singing.
A little girl. Why is it always a little girl?
The light through the window is barely enough to see by, but the sky outside is very pale. Clouds
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My life is that of a fallen fruit
Fresh, rich and healthy as can be
Succulent and stunning
yet delicate in its ethereality
Yet, over time, it has decayed
Cursed with fowl fragrance.
Undesirable, worthless
Mold of old goals.
My wealth, my status,
was beyond most people's dreams,
as a monarch of mammon.
However, over time,
I met financial demise
I wagered myself away
as a slave of my greed.
I now beg at people’s feet
forever a voluntary victim
of the epidemic of avarice
that decays my soul evermore.
Fresh, rich and healthy as can be
Succulent and stunning
yet delicate in its ethereality
Yet, over time, it has decayed
Cursed with fowl fragrance.
Undesirable, worthless
Mold of old goals.
My wealth, my status,
was beyond most people's dreams,
as a monarch of mammon.
However, over time,
I met financial demise
I wagered myself away
as a slave of my greed.
I now beg at people’s feet
forever a voluntary victim
of the epidemic of avarice
that decays my soul evermore.