A Thief’s Requiem

Laying in a field, and thought;

I knew I could not get caught.

The World was part green;

So was my pockets.

My life was like that of a Money Tree,

Growing, branching out;

Yet, I was rooted in blood,

Scarlet

As the fruit on my leaves.

The more I survived, the more money I grew;

The closer I came to death.

Sweet chloroform paled away as I aged with the seasons.

Carbon Dioxide turned liquid as I drowned in a crimson sea

Of my own greedy sin --- I stared at the sky,

Welcomed Fate.

I could run no more.