Tales from the Bartender

China Doll

The shadow creeps upon the walls of my haven,
I cover myself with a veil of tattered dreams,
I feel no fear for I am in your embrace,

I stare at your large still eyes and weep,
For I see my bitter reflection fade to black,
I am a haze in the pale moonlight,

The wind blows my shutters open,
Leaves flutter into my dark domicile,
The night wind enters and you’re my only source of warmth,

I rise from my catatonic state and I walk towards the mirror,
No reflection is seen for I have lost my soul,
I run towards the door but I find it impossible to reach,

I rush back to my bed to seek refuge in your arms,
But I find you have left my company for another,
I scream your name but still you do not return,

I shiver for the cold now grips every cell in my body,
The abyss grows with every moment and I am lost,
Drowning in a pool of tears and alcohol,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 2:37 AM