Lust is the trembling hand of greed extended in the dark,
a shimmering temptation dressed in silk and smoke.
It is not born of longing, but of hunger —
a restless, gnawing thirst fed by the promise of more.
Greed carves its altar in the heart,
and lust is the candle it lights,
flickering wild,
seducing the soul to worship desire
without memory of love.
"Im geeked off what once was"
