Eh, drama.

come peek upon this sight, where sin impeaches on a blight
and the stench of smoke and alchohol seeps out on the night

from the windows, curses float and loud whistles ring
the dark night is nearly silent except the crickets sing
inside Billy was loud, all grins as he's slamming a gin
catches the eye of the bar-tender and puts his hand up again
"havent you had enough?" the tender says to be handling him
but he just grins jovially saying "ahh would ya can it?" again
the panoramas pretend, soon the fun for the mans at an end
and its back to his home, to the heart of the drama again
stands up grandly and then...
waves his hands to his friends, nodding to the proprieter
sighing for...he's goin home to his wife, a regular rioter
he's oft surprised by her, and wonders what shes lyin for
seems when he's trying not to fight, she's always tryin more
not cryin more, he vows to work through mistakes for his boy
he didn't want his son growin up feeling misplaced with no joy
catches a cab, and the ride to his rancher passes in a blur
rackin up the nerves, going over words he's practicing for her
dispells his lack of normal nerve as wheels lap up on the curb
and whispers to himself, "i wont put another act upon for her"
for a moment the crickets hushed as the yellow one zoomed
then a moment of silence...and thier song had resumed
opening the front door, he feels stuffy as a chest cold
a shiver takes his flesh hold as he crosses the threshold
airs cold as a round of his beers...shes bound to be here
lays a hand on the doorknob as the blood pounds in his ears
the door creaks open, and his entire earth is destroyed
there's another man with his wife who'd given birth to his boy
drags the man out of bed, pinning him to the wall by his air tube

screaming "how dare you? how dare you!? HOW GOD DAMN DARE YOU!"

fingers clenching in, his wife tried to plead some sense in him
but he had never been a necromancer...and she was dead to him
the man pushed, but Bill was the stronger one, no longer drunk
Bill vowed to squeeze his throat until his heart no longer pumped
crushed with all his might, hoping for the Co2 to sever his lungs
then a cry pierced the darkness...and Bill remembered his son
his wife sobbed pitifully on the floor, more or less compusure gone
wipin his eyes he asked what the hell is wrong with both of them
with no response coming, he walked out of the sorrow-filled room
his one and only meagre hope left was that tommorrow comes soon
found his son, and hugged the only one still devout in his life
walked out on his wife without a shadow of a doubt it was right

....the crickets greeted him loudly as he stepped out in the night