Few more shots …

I looked up at the counter,
At the emptied glass and bottle,
The bar was quiet and dull,
The feeling of void and null.
Trying to put me at ease,
I asked, “few more shots please”

Life is a wait to die, they say,
Love is against the god they pray.
I stood against the devil they are,
but she, the angel, left midway.
Lonely, tired like a standstill breeze,
I asked, “few more shots please”

The cape I wore, the mask I tried,
The fake emotions and the synthetic smile.
But the pain of losing her in this war,
turned into a nightmare, I failed to hide.
Gasping for a fresh feeling to breathe,
I asked, “few more shots please”