Luxuriant eyes on a head made of gold. <br />Your way of life will always be silver fed... <br />Simple to say when your so easily read. <br />You look down upon us with a smile of jewels <br />And you think to yourself I could use some new tools. <br />Your essence so clear; I can see that you hurt. <br />You have a face that shines dull <br />And your shadow just lurks. <br />Can you buy the feelings that you've driven away? <br />How about a soul that's any color but grey? <br />All this you ask until you start looking astray. <br />So you go home to your diamonds and your mountains of candy. <br />Maybe some love would be a little more handy. <br />But what do I know, I have a house made of sand <br />Life will never go wrong because its not part of your plan.....<br /><br />Drake Kinkaid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-eater/
