BAR CHRONICLES

Fireflies in my bourbon (PART 4 OF 10) The bar looks haunted today, Jukebox playing requiems as long songs, Cigarette smoke suffocating air in between inhalations,A man knows he needs air to fill his lungs.Yet here i am bending knee so you don't leave my lungs ,however I'm gasping for air as if I'm drowning in words such as you are my world. Your name keep slipping out of my mouth as that last prayer of a man who lived recklessly without care, your eyes are Fireflies I vowed to follow in my darkest hour, however what do I do when the Firefly fell into a glass of bourbon . Now I'm hankering a place for my staggering feet, for darkness is a firefly now Every step a scotching flame to remind my soul what happens when a moth flies closer to the light.