Bartender

 

Pour your heart out,

pour me another barman

I'm starting to doubt.

My thoughts are clearing,

they need blotting out.

I need to feel the burn of whisky

as it pulls my soul down.

 

Pour another,

go easy on the ice,

I have a story to tell

and it's not very nice.

Pour another,

I'm sure you'll need one too.

Pour one more for me,

I need advice from you.

 

See, I was alone at home

or so I thought.

When upstairs I heard a moan,

a groan echoing

through the bones of my home.

I caught myself feeling fear inside,

afraid, I wanted to run

but from the noise I couldn't hide.

So, I sought a weapon to clasp tight

and I climbed the stairway,

ignoring the growing fright.

 

I opened the doorway wide,

A woman and man

we’re standing inside.

Facing me.

Smiles leering and creepy.

Inhuman, they sped forwards

in a strange, startled rush

and I felt the knife in my hand start to push.

The scream that echoed through those crimson walls

was not the sound I was expecting at all

It was the sound of my bride

as to my blood specked feet she did fall.

 

Pour me another.

Pour me one more.

Please bartender,

I want to forget

the day I opened that door.

Pour me one more.

I don't want to recollect

those smiles that I saw.

Pour me another,

I need to forget,

let go of the hurt, pain and regret.

 

 

 

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