Avarice
By Doc Watson
She flees from the scene (her avarice drives her out) She knew her life was a lie (her avarice confirms it) All her life behind the camera Her hair flowing down her shoulders attaining a level of beauty that would drive men to kill to have it be theirs But she didn't read the label (her avarice deafened her) 'No one looks like this,' (her avarice lied to her) Not even her (her avarice has blinded her) Behind the feelings inspired by dances of screwdrivers and moonshine She understands 'It was all a lie,' (her avarice numbs her) As she runs down the street soaked from the pouring rain she gives a final look to the building she attributed to her brief fame And in that building is a room the door is open And inside, on a bed of silk A man thinks, standing with, in his hands, a collection of photo stills Her friend (her avarice has consumed her) Her soulmate (her avarice burns her) Her lover (her Avarice loves her) Realizing the wool he pulled over her eyes The fabrication that he has made He lays down on the bed (her Avarice cries) Written December 1st, 2001 © on Dec 01 2001 12:28 PM PST 0 • 1
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