Carve
Carve out a soul
Of your own despise
While the rain pours
Crimson and cold
Into snow it swirls
Aching with its lust
For another day
Everlasting on whiskey’s
Inhale to hide secrets
In the ruins of bones
Charred and broken
Waiting to carve more
Than a comatose memory
Of revisions incompletely
Carve out a soul
Of your own demise
