Agonize
The Mistress
1:13 am. My heart is heavy in my chest
She’s deep in sleep, the breathing pattern steady in her breast
I slip swift from the sheets and start to ready my descent.
The kitchen cabinet above the dingy toaster’s where we keep the rum
I contemplate a drink but think, “I won’t be needing one”
I weave my hand between the bottles till my fingers reach the gun.
The basement stairs will squeak but intuition guides me, silent
A pull string from above allows a little light to shine in
The outline of a door exists if you know where to find it
And I bulge with pure excitement as I think of what’s behind it.
From a corner of the dim room in a scene of submission
She quivers on the cold ground in the fetal position
In her weakened condition she needs me to live and
No longer begs for me to let her leave from this prison.
She reels as I get near her, and my chest tightens up
The woman used to say I had the Midas touch
Now she denies my love and acts like I’m a monster to be frightened of.
She’s really only paranoid
And she avoids that there’s a void
In her that’s lacking care and joy
And I can patch and heal the precious parts of her despair destroyed.
So when she struggles and she’s using bitter words
And I force myself inside her while it’s bruising and it hurts
It’s all ok, I say, because I’m doing it for her.
At this point conscience steps in, I know cheating isn’t right
And my guilty thoughts bolt straight upstairs, where dreaming in the night
My mistress lies oblivious and numb to the deepness of my lies and the meaning of my life
While down here I'm reconciling and sleeping with my wife
Vs
Black Book
The Mistress
Her skin is pale without a wrinkle or single imperfection.
I "accidentally" bumped into her while crossing the intersection.
From there I struck up a conversation and got her to smile.
Then we went to her house, and I watched her undress after a while.
She was like a prize you find at the store after you search the isle.
Her long legs and beautiful dark hair caused butterflies in my stomach.
We didn't make love but when we do and I get to cum..shit!
She is better than you; you're a hilltop, she's a mountain's summit.
You are bland and unexciting; you cause me no thrill.
Sure my family loves you, but me and this other girl? Our love is so real.
Her name is Lisa; I don't know her last name but she knows me as Joe Steele.
You say that isn't my real name? Well, why can't it be?
Shut up, woman! Shut up! How dare you question my sanity?
Lisa and I will get married, be together forever, have a real nice family.
Your short blonde hair used to please me, but now I'm disgusted by it.
Oh, we've been together for years? Had a real good run, so why quit?
Well, I find your body repulsive and your voice is so aggravating.
Calm down, Aaron? Calm down!? Oh, really?? I'm exaggerating?
No I'm not! You see, I've been punching numbers, steadily calculating.
Why am I so unhappy? You. Why am I broke? You and your shit.
So the possibility of leaving you? Well, I am all for it.
I am leaving you for her, understand? Our breakup. That is what this is.
She will be my new girl, my lover, my one and only, no longer my mistress.
Her and I are destined to be together; she just doesn't know it yet.
Stop crying, woman! Don't call the cops! Why the fuck are you so upset?
Why am I taking binoculars, duct tape, and a ski mask with me?
Oh, your boring-self wouldn't understand! She likes to get frisky!
Why do I have a gun? I don't. What are you saying? Stop it!
What? No! It isn't the pistol your father gave me that's in my back pocket!
It's uh...It's um...Well it is just my wallet.
Show you? Alright...Fine...You made me do this.
*Bang Bang* Now I'm free from you! You got what you wished!
I'm off to start the rest of my life; I hope Lisa doesn't act clueless.