How could I ignore such a plea?
When she cries away in the night,
I can’t help but to try,
And hear her scream for a little peace of mind.
Cry, oh, cry, for the fangs of gin,
To lose yourself from where you’ve been,
The world of the bite,
Provides escape for the night.
She hears his voice give a shout,
And she doesn’t know how to react to that,
So she holds the bottle fast,
And wonders if life’s worth the scraps,
In her mind.
(c) Anachronic Works 2011