Full moon part 1of 3

Just another night I hit my local bar.
Leaving my artistic studio,  
Long off-white curtains on my windows,
Tall ceilings and hardwood floors that creek,
Constantly water drip drops from the sink,
Buildings hallways are hollow exit leading to an alleyway that is very narrow.
 
Flash backs of every mortal that I’ve been gifted  
It’s the full moon that lifts the dead.
 
Something is different tonight there’s a new soul to be gifted  
The gift of immortality, my thirst for tonight is not for quantity,
A blood🩸 rich and hot like fire over whiskey,  
a blood taste from a new fresh Lilly  
This bar tonight will bring me the desire I’m craving.
 
(Entering the bar) 2 drunk men sleeping with glasses in their hands,
Box is playing music I don’t quite understand,
Floor feels silk like an ice ring untouched,
Moaning coming from the men’s restroom the slamming of the stall door. the woman screaming drunken loud speaking Dutch,
I find a place to take a seat.
 
Good evening as I began to order my bloody marry
it’s a specialty that stays frozen only ordered by me,
She at the bar knows as I only come in when she’s working.  
She tips me special guess as they are arriving.
“Full moon”. she states and winks
Yes as I sway my hands, nails sharp clinging against me glass as I swallow my drink.