Greed

Greed slithers, hisses
and raises its hood again.
Guilt is lying low,
almost perishing.
Conscience,
already been suffocated,
has hardly any breath left.
Morals had left ages ago.
Nothing is there
to challenge it.
Greed engulfs...
slowly,
meticulously,
painlessly.
The two vicious eyes
glow with pleasure.
It is victorious now.
I have lost.
Triumphant, It hisses.
I glare,
now with its vicious eyes
and no heart.

Greed was I.
I was Greed.