by Emma Fernandez
He likes to drown his demons They never see the light Uses beer to blur their vision Then too, he’ll lose his sight How long can this dynamic last Before they prove their power Will he keep downing, drowning pain Until his final hour He’s charismatic, charming Ireland pulses through his veins And who’s he really harming If he forgets his own first name I’ll miss him ‘til forever For his call I’ll sit and wait Love’s too much of an endeavour I just want to be his mate