A knock on the door,
And a live band
i prepared for
everytime i saw the Bottle of Whiskey
clinched to his hand,
the air would lust for blood
as everything turned sore
it was time for my daily blow,,,
the Bottle of Whiskey
made my nights all risky,
death all so vivid
as he raged all wild,
he'd stagger up the stairs
igniting his inner flare
now the pain
was i to bare
as a bottle of whiskey
is all he could care.
the Bottle of Whiskey
became his wife
as I
were a minute
in his life,
a package of pleasure
not of care,
why did i stay there?
the Bottle of Whiskey
changed my angel
to a devil,
eyes all red
whiskey is all he fed,
when would this end?
the Bottle of Whiskey
made me drown in tears
every night was i in fear
wishing he'd never come near,
for it'd only lead to regret
and a pain never to forget,,,
the bottle of whiskey
took with him down to the grave,
all alone,i now grief
but why the Bottle of Whiskey? e
©bardee
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