Vol III: Alcoholic

December Eighth
She will remember,
Home from work
Late from the diner.

Bottles lined
Every corner,
This was a home
Ridden in anger.

Ah-Ahhh
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh
Ah-Ahhh
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh

Locked the doors
Called for mother,
Heard a cry
Echoed in bitter.

Raced the steps
To see the begger,
She saw a sight
All too familiar.

Begged for mercy
For her brother,
Her fathers hands
Were laced in Leather.

Ah-Ahhh
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh
Ah-Ahhh
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh

Pretend
We are at an End.

The door slammed 
Father slurring with a grin.

She wakes up on the floor,
Her brother beat like a whore,

Still, she begs with him in her hands,
"This is not where her story ends"

She shakes tears from her eyes,
Alcoholic rules the night.

Ah-Ahhh
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh
Ah-Ahhh
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh


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