A tear on the cheek

A tear on the cheek

Whisky hot

Burning the skin

As it falls

Sadness in amber

A splash of pain

On the rocks

Ice cold

Anger in retrospect

Drowned in one

Empty glass

After another

The easiest way

To stay lost

Is also the hardest

On the soul...

Roll the ice cubes

Around

Tumble them

Splinter me

In a spectrum

Of jagged shards

Lonely hearts

Never find an answer

Music dies

On the lips

When remembered

For what it was

Not what it is

Sing it again

Savour the pain

Not as a masochist

Or reactivist

But with the ear

Of a revisionist

It might be all you need

To be free.