Black Heart

Coming to me every night must be a strain for you...you have to lie to me each time and tell me that you were with friends or you were working. Night after night I demand to know where you've been although I know damn well where you've been.It's actually a habit... I pretend everything's ok and go about my days normally praying that you would just pack up and leave me. However, I know that's not going to be the case and never will be. You need me, or rather, you need my money. I own a progressing chain of restaraunts that you like to claim that you started and you owned...leaving me out of the conversations with women you try to impress at your fancy company parties.These women, who are half your age, do not see your wedding band because you take it off so when they call our house at 2 in the morning they think that I'm just a secretary!1

Now of coarse it would just be simple and trouble free if I threw your stuff out of the window, but I am a well-to-do person...besides, our constantly complimenting neighbors would think something was wrong.You know our neighbors right? Of coarse you do, you had an affair with the woman just last month!How could you forget...you were just next door.Obiously you didn't know I was home since you creeped to our apartment naked and tried to hide your embaressment as you ran straight into me...wow. 2

You know, I'm really glad we had this talk even though you're obiously unconscious as your blood from your head seeps into my red carpet.You should've tried it sooner, maybe I could've been able to reach you before I had to go and knock you unconscious and sit here like a crazy person with a gun in my hand. I'm not crazy, you know that right? I'm not crazy!3

Oh look, you're coming to...you know, people are going to ask about you, you are going to disappear though, we'll just say that you died...4

night-night....5