06/05/2022
I spent the early morning today writing out these lines. Spoiler alert; it's a little bit on the sad side. Although currently untitled, I hope ya dig it......
A bottle by the bedside,
Bottles hidden in the drawers.
No matter how many I'd pour out,
I'd always find some more.
Amnesty was once granted,
But the demon's behind that door.
There's no changing somebody,
Without the will to quit.
It has nothing to do with love,
It's about being unfit.
Conversations were had,
And tough decisions were made.
She'd lay that bottle down,
If she ever wanted to stay.
Through all of my pleading,
And even heated arguments,
It was quite easy to see,
That divorce was imminent.
Perhaps that would wake her up,
Maybe this could make her quit.
Cause and effect,
It's how it came to pass.
She emptied both single barrels,
As her next breath became the last.
My ring on the bedside table,
Beside her bottle and a glass.
I found her there that day,
Her skin cold to the touch.
Now I'm torn between loving her,
And hating her so much.
I can blame it on myself,
Or the duality of life.
But that hollow eyed soul,
Was once my lovely bride.
When it comes right down to it,
It was a slow motion su***de.
I'd like to think there's a silver lining,
Somewhere up in these clouds.
It took the dark curtain of death,
But she finally laid that bottle down.
