LILITH COMES HITHER by Dino Ignacio

her hair sways as she enters the room
carrying a bag of sad rhymes
she is alone as i am free
she is lost as i am wandering
what pains shall she speak of tonight?
what stories does she bring?
the night is young and the alchohol is abound
i am strong and my ears are wide
speak of your pain
speak of the lost garden
and though i care not for you
it fills my soul to pretend

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