An empty soul

He had always wanted to earn it first

All the good means, and all the principles involved

He learnt it make it in the best possible way,

But as they say, addiction of the simplest thing

Is enough to drive a human crazy.

What had started as a want to make more money

Changed into a need, a drive,

An obsession to roll in money.

Not that it was the wrong ambition,

The one which the majority of the world 

Battles with each day, but what really changed is

His means of making more of those goods.

The lust of having heavy pockets, always,

Changed a once-sincere person 

Into a demon, uncaring of any principles,

Of any ethics or even of the basic humanity.

He felt by doing so, he would have the world

At his beck and call, bending to all his whims,

But what he failed to realize was

It was him now, bending to the will of money,

Citing aside any relationships, any familial bonds,

Any worldly connections, all he felt now 

Was a deep urge to just dive into 

The dark alleys which lead him to more wealth.

Gone was the man, the human 

Who once thrived on feelings and emotions.

He was now replaced with a heartless monster,

Bearing a stone cold empty soul within

Devoid of any emotions, incapable of sensing anything

Asides of what kept his pockets full,

All the times. 

It wasn't really money which lured him into

Becoming the devil he has become,

It was his lack of control over his greed

Which paved the path for his destruction.

For though he owns power and all the wealth in this world,

He stands alone at the top with an empty soul.