Thursday, November 27, 2025

Whisky On My Lips ©©

The sky is falling

Rivers drown the empty parts of me

Years wash away as I get old

Until there is nothing left to see


As the darkness took over

The world turned cold and heavy

There was never a promise

The sky would never be cloudy


Into the wilderness to get lost

Far from any wandering eyes

So that all the parts of me  

Can fade away and die


The water runs clear over what’s left of me

So cold it burns

Each breath the flame 

The fire that life yearns


In the darkness i heal

But I can’t fix the pain

I can only embrace what won’t go away

And hope I don’t go insane


I don’t know what you see

When the night goes away

The parts of me that feel

Have nothing left to say


Walker

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