Anxiety and the Dog

Need another smoke and the worry for the health Take a real long look in the mirror The eyes are dead as is the face Fall and call for help The angel arrives on time Hear the scratch of the dog At the door which has been left open to fears Dog stare the down demanding fruits Frightened of the teeth so wish him away Steal the food but take not the soul Back through the door demands are thought All for him is the soul The one fruit held with a death grip But anxiety burns the lining of the stomach Offer the last piece and he eats from the hand Now go away and only return when called You stand so tall damn you pillar of salt Which I may water down to find the solution Drink the salty water in this glass If this will able you to stand on your own two feet Or choose to ride the dog