Red House Painters Mistress
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
