Mistress - Red House Painters

The light color in the room

The sunshine seeping in

Doesn’t mix with the black of

Death’s angel looming in

I’ve had enough of the

Brutal beatings and name callings

To lose me to this bed

Bruised internally

Eternally

Your praise little gifts you spent your money

And stuffed me with

Didn’t amount to anything

The attention i need is much more serious

A kind of weight you couldn’t lift

Even if your cheap career

Depended on it

I need someone much more

Mysterious

To be my miss

To be my mistress