He has no idea how good he has it, yet he demands more and acts as if he has been given nothing. A heart touched by medusa he wishes that he had a gift as powerful as Midas. He wishes nothing more than to have everything he wants, blessings be dammed if he was going to live without having everything he desires settled in the filthy stained palms of his outstretched hands.
Oh, to change a lover into gold , to take away the extraordinary worth that she doesn't believe she has because what could be better than having another thing to try to fill the black hole spiraling within his heart of stone.
And he'll continue to drain those who offer their love and support , to turn them into gold to take away what they are because it brings him more of what he wants...
Power,.
Control.
Endless limits and possibilities of what he can trap in his hands and stone heart.
Maybe he doesn't mean to be the way that he is, but unconscious desires alway cause conscious conflicts.