Whiskey Soaked Roses

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A/N

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