Whiskey soaked roses scattered across the floor
Blood stained finger prints on the open door
Shattered scene of a wasted life
Ended in violence with a kitchen knife

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And so the sorry tale shall be told
Of a ruined life when drink gets hold
Starting the day with a glass or two
Then needing the bottle just to get through

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One for the road turns to four or five
The flow of the alcohol makes me feel alive
Love is a battlefield of women and booze
More often than not it's the women that loose

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I once had a job and a loving wife
But fate one day, well it changed my life
The recession hit and my job disappeared
Money was tight and my wife she feared

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Stress took hold and my mind did crumble
Then by chance on relief I did stumble
The shape and curves they lured me in
Then the taste inside was like liquid sin

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The amber nectar scrambled my mind
To the stress of my life I was blind
The thought of a day without a drink
Would crush my soul and my heart would sink

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My life was a mess and my love she left
Apart and alone I was bereft
With sorrow in my heart I hatched a plan
If I can't have her then no one can

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Roses I purchased as a gift for my love
Whiskey I drank to give me a shove
Knocking her door I patiently waited
Soon my desire it would be sated

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Now my love she was most unimpressed
And my heart almost stopped I was so distressed
No reasoning from me would she accept
And her rejection I just didn't expect

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The red mist rose and a knife I did grab
And her cold heart I began to stab
Through my drunken haze I watched her fall
Onto scattered red roses across the hall

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© A S May 2016

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A/N

Inspired by a song of the same name by a band called Chicken Legs Weaver.