Greed

The long spiral of life, accepting the burden of greed. Shadows of a drifter coveting the morning sun. The warmth of childhood securities, always fearful of the descent, the naming itch of want. The loneliness of man's fortune, saddens my heart but still it hungers. Who does not desire more of the other? Demons sprinkle the eyes with greed, refusal bring sorrow, the tangebell web the dance of desire lies deep in my being, the soul need to escape its fleshly prison, haunts my dreams of nightmarish slumbers of death. The minds eye twists the will of its master, wettening the lips with lust, need, and want. Greed, the perfumed hips of women wickedness, maddens the desire for greed, look but don't touch the playful cousins of greed, the voluptuous bodies of the sin brings carries the poison of lust and the money hungry needs of wealth summons the heart pounding migraines of greed.