The Saloon

The Saloon

The night is dark but warm as I walk down an alley all alone.
Walking around town alone at night is stepping out of my comfort zone,
but being on my own is good since I have a lot of sins for which to atone.
I shouldn’t’ beat myself up so much since we all contain massive amounts of sin in every single one of our bones,
but I fear my father but turn his back on me and disown,
so I must cry and repent through my agonizing moans.

My mind wonders and becomes filled with guilt.
Maybe that’s why I always feel like I need to be rebuilt.
My heart beats are off and don’t feel right.
My soul is constantly fighting off attacks from the night.
The fact my holy father continues to keep me safe is a miracle.
Then again his promises to us are biblical.
Maybe one day my thanks and praise to him will become my lyrical.
My love for him is real and not satirical.
I feel his blessings on my life every day, even if you can’t see them since they’re not visible.
His blessings to you are far from typical.

I reach the end of the alley and notice a nice-looking bar located across the street.
I could use a nice tasty cold one, I’m feeling rather beat.
I’m trying to go on a diet, I won’t consider this a cheat,
more of a well-deserved treat.

I enter the outside portion of the building and sit down directly at the bar.
I ask for a drink list trying not to act bizarre.
I find a drink that sounds appealing and place my order.
The bar tender nods at my request looking at me like I have a mental disorder.

A short time later he returns with my drink,
as a strange man sits down next to me at the bar and gives me a wink.
He smells good and is wearing a nice short sleeve shirt but his arms are covered in ink.
He may be nice or up to no good, it could go either way I think.
I’ll just have this one drink then be on my way without causing a stink.
For some reason my heart is beginning to sink.

The man orders a drink and begins to have small talk with me.
He talks a smooth game and gives me no reason to immediately flee.
We talk about sports, the weather and what to order next from the drink list.
Maybe something exotic with a unique twist.
Something a litter harder to get us good and buzzed.
Maybe then, in our hearts, we will begin to feel loved.

I tell him to pick out a drink for me and we will have one together.
He smiles and tells me that soon I will be feeling as light as a feather.
He excusing himself and tells me he has to go use the bathroom.
He will be back quickly, I assume.

The man leaves me and goes inside the bar as worrying eyes of people sitting around the tables placed outside stare at me.
Suddenly the feeling inside me isn’t one of such glee.
A woman approaches me and tells me I must leave,
For the man sitting next to me has me deceived.
She tells me he’s a demon who’s here to kill me tonight,
since he’s pissed off that my outlook on life is suddenly becoming bright.

I thank the woman for the warning and look inside the bar,
Where the man’s true form has been revealed as he smokes a cigar.
His eyes glow red as he looks towards me ready to strike.
It’s time for me to take a hike.

I get up from the bar and leave the scene as the fiend steps back outside looking to take me out.
He notices I am no longer sitting at the bar and lets out a loud shout.
I walk into the darkness of the night and disappear from sight…

as my eyes open to darkness around me.
I look over at my alarm clock, it’s 3 am.
These fiends are doing everything they can to get at me,
every night until 3 am.
Using trickery and kindness,
that’s a new one.
They don’t appear to be letting up,
And appear to be getting more desperate,
to take me out every night before 3 am.