She is the primitive fire
That creates a spark with my soul.
That burns with an intensity
Beyond my control.
She is Lilith, my personal demon,
Haunting my dreams,
Showing me visions
Of somewhere beyond Eden.
That in my lucid moments
I try to capture on canvas
In a paint mixed with my blood.
She is curse and trusted companion.
She is my mistress and I am her fool.
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