I never realized what those numbers meant until it's too late.
Like she once said the numbers I see could be a gift or mere misery, what I do would decide.
Misery was my actions choice, what this heaven given gift only gave me misery.
The gold on my hands are now slowly eating me as the power I use to hold drowns me.
Misery was all this luxury has ever given me and her.
Had I listen and just returned, my heart won't be driven by greed to the this extent.
I could see the number ‹12› on my head.
12 seconds later, I lay on the ground, bloodied and dead.
