Whiskey Carves the Silence

I poured my name in the bottom of the glass, Truth too sharp, it don’t come to pass. Silence screams louder than the crowd, Every sip carves the night too proud.

Whiskey carves the silence, Cuts deeper than a blade. In the smoke I’m still standing, But my soul already paid.

Deals are written where the shadows meet, Every oath broken leaves a scar at my feet. I walk with ghosts dressed in tailored lies, But whiskey don’t forgive, it never dies.

No priest, no savior, no friend of mine, Just the burn of the bottle and the passage of time.

Whiskey carves the silence, Burns holes in my skin. Every drop is a memory, Of the man I should’ve been.

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