He drank till his liver was dry
He smoked till he breathed toxins
He was a pack a day smoking alcoholic
Like a loaded 45
He had a hair trigger
Soft touch and he exploded
His fist would shoot from the sleeves of his shirt
Impaling her chest
Planting themselves in her ribs
Growing bruises on her face
She made a vow till death do they part
Not knowing it would be her death
That made him realize he needed help