Neck

I can’t breathe with your hands around my neck.

I scream for help as I fight for my last breath.

There’s a knock on the door, it’s the police again.

Maybe they will help this time or maybe my life will end

Let us in let us in, there banging on the door again

You pass out, I scream and shout.

Bud and bud on you’re breath, I open the door and let the cops in.

It’s ok officer, nothing to see here. He had too many he’s asleep no. Please tell the neighbors he’s calmed down.

No more noise complaints, I lock myself in the bathroom and ask, is this really life now?