Violet and Cindy

He sings so sweetly
Of Violence and Death.
They are his companions.
They are his friends.
The sirens of ambulances and police cars
Are his lullaby.

His mum's gone off the rails.
Again.
Her best friends are Vodka and
Cheap Cigarettes -
But she calls them "Violet" and "Cindy".
Every day she goes to see them.
Sometimes she doesn't come home,
And others she runs in screaming,
Cursing, crying, effing, blinding,
Saying she's had enough and
That she's sick of them.

But she always goes back.
They meet up at the pub and they hug
And say their I'm sorry's.