More, I crave more.

That selfish quest of fulfilment.

What hell is this that chains me?

Destined for an everlasting hunt,

The object only to go on.

Is this madness,

A search I know is wrong?

To slave for hours for that overpowering feel of gluttony

Is the only thing I desire.

An all-consuming madness,

Unquenchable desire,

That pulls me from my slumber

And lifts my heart from blackness.

Or perhaps that same need

Brings the darkness to me.

I will not be satisfied with anything but the best.

The finest, fit for a Queen,

The most decadent, crafted to adorn me.

Money holds no interest,

Only the finer arts please me.

I have morals,

Truly I do,

Just not when it comes to this.

Such finery lights a fire in me,

Any rational thoughts flee.

A raw passion,

An insatiable thirst,

Greed is not greed when it comes to me.

I ache for her,

Yearn for her presence,

I try to find her,

Try to want to find her.

My heart and my pride

Are killing me slowly,

A battle for salvation.

A battle lost.

The memories,

Of everything I did wrong,

The knowledge,

Of how to fix them.

All wasted on one

Too stubborn to yield to any heartfelt desire.

They say Pride will be the death of me,

How wrong they are.

It has become the one thing that keeps me living.

The one disastrous prize of a prideful heart.