he tenderly sips whiskey
as the love creeps away with the light of the day
awakens the night of decay
inches upon inches of white
frosted window seal
the flicker of the lantern
the ****** appeal of a light so warm
reflecting upon aging skin
so fragile and worn
the sheets musky
blue eyes staggered
still praying to god for gift he has yet to reap
still sowing a life, the scars so deep
down the hatch rolls the whiskey
singing songs of sorrow
as he closes his eyes
with his silent breath rises tomorrow...