2016 collection

Whiskey Soaked Roses (A_S_May)

Whiskey Soaked Roses

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 relieve 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 S May 2016