Greed (my first poem ever written)

i have chosen the  economic path to destruction,  
my money tend to stares at me in the most hateful way,  
my queen is purged with tormented rage,  
she says the same word over and over  
over and over  
over the guilt that impends my mind  
over great valleys that console every essence of life,  
i am over the fact that my very presence infiltrates  my peace of mind,  
feeling soulless and emotionless,  
like an incapable blank doll wrapped around a human embryo,  
its breathing my self made   fortress of air,  
 why have I disembodied  myself from natural elements?  
feeling to structured to be molded into a new society,  
my wallet is full but my mind has lost all imagination.