Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Saturday, October 16, 2004

The Trouble with Lilith

She is my wife. Her name is Lilith.
Lilith likes to get what she wants.
Lilith likes many things, rich things,
Things beyond my control.
Lilith is dangerous. So very dangerous.
She's sucking me dry, so very dry.
I just can't keep going on like this.
Lilith spends money. Lots of money.
She spends lots of money, so much money,
More money than I have.
She's out of control. So out of control.
She's out of control, so bad,
I know not what to do.

I hide, because here comes Lilith.
Here comes Lilith, maddened face and all,
Wanting more from me.
She likes to be on top. On top everytime.
She likes to be on top, but I say no,
And this makes her so very mad.
Lilith's found me. She's found me, alright.
I can't abscond. Just impossible.
She's an animal, a beast who can smell blood.
Lilith wants more from me. More from me.
More from me than I can possibly give,
And I tell her no, but I pay the price.


Lilith attacks me. She attacks me hard.
She says, "Adam, I rule over this domain."
Lilith flies at me, claws stuck out,
And digs those claws in just like a demon would.
I'm wounded. So very wounded.
I don't know what I'll do. I don't know.
Lilith has me by the throat, and there is no winning.
There is no winning, and she sucks me dry again.
There's nothing left in me. Nothing left at all.
There's nothing left to do other than raise the white flag.
I had faith, but now it's gone. Lilith's won. Lilith's won.


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