[Mr. J]

tell the bartender keep filling my glass
no point in concealing my stance.
the way that I am feeling is grand.
I remember the blood filling each strand
the face of horror is still in my mind.
wondering how others are dealing with life.
if you saw what I saw...
how would be able to see the end of the night
the start of a new day pretending its nice.
all these moments that are kept inside.
are just dusted memories getting swept aside.
who am I to object to life.
but that doesnt change what I see in death