How I Got These Scars - Reality 2

Do you know how I got these scars? On top of the world, welcoming riches beyond. Wealth is my goal and gold are these pawns. The more I acquire, the more it haunts. My everlasting lust for treasure while my Humanity is scorned. It will last forever when sufficiency is challenged. Climbing snake across the bars of trees, upward direction. One mistake, and all is dissolved into the monetary balanced. As I fall endlessly in this hopeful help of none in presence. Alone with nothing I was overthrown by guilt. Surround by my riches which I cannot salvage or pick. Discarded since my value has toppled from its peak. All is lost, as my need for wants got too thick. Only masked faces were my companions then. Only harsher actions were my reactions "friend". Only rushed life and half-hearted plans. There is nothing here for me, only in death, is where I stand. Do you know how I got these scars?