trash

The end of the line is paved with rubies stolen from my private stores. I could swear that no one else had the combination to the safe, but there was no forcible entry and it's open clear as day. I was never rich, but at times I had all I could ever need, until the day I sold nearly all my fortune for a chance to roll in the mud.
I once bathed in a tub lined with the most beautiful hazel and emerald jewels, but the stones that surround me now are nothing but gray, there is no color save for the rubies that pave my way.