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