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The Mistress

A constant state of racing mind

From just her gleaming tone

A look not wanted back in kind

My hope can not be known


A twisting tongue and tightened chest

Are symptoms all the same

At least this is the pic I get

From all these peoples’ claims


In truth I can not comprehend

The feeling that they say

Is something special to be held

’Cause that’s a damn cliché


I look unto the hidden scripts

To try and figure why

My life is dread and void of love

But empty they reply


I look unto a shooting star

For all it is they say

The Gods of love must hate me though

‘Cause I was cast away


They took my heart and filled it full

With things like mayonnaise

With hate and angst it’s filled up full 

My heart is trapped in place


I want and plead for love’s dear kiss

For once I could be seen

But try and fight as I have been

And you’ll remain unseen


I thought if I had tried to change

My somber uphill fate

That maybe I could find a way

To take away my ache

But time would tell again, my dear

The drabbest of routines

The feeling that I’ve held so near

Is nothing new it seems


I am a man of deepest black

My heart as cold as stone

Their faces darken at my sight

I’m better off alone


I hate and spit and curse this place

For killing my once joy

It takes and rips and grasps and grips

But never strips my pain


I stab my chest and stain my shirt

With many shades of gray

My blood has lost it lavishness

My heart it’s a purée


“Excuse me, Sir. You’re looking lost,”

The Mistress said to me

Her eyes they sparkled like the stars

Her smile like the sun


I lay there dead upon the hearth

And gazed up at her eyes

Her ghastly form it said to me,

“It’s time to say goodbye”


Her hands were soft and gently touched

The wound in my left side

My cheeks they glew and warmly flushed

My joy I could not hide


I may have died a painful death

In body and in mind

But now my dear up in the sky

My pain is far behind


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