something primal in my DNA ?

Folder:

X - Files

in a dark corner of smoke filled bar

constantly watching who come's

who go's

I run my fingers through the wet ring

left by the ice of my bourbon an coke

while searching for that one little thing

out of place

something tell's me it's the calm before the storm

they say his blood washed away our sins

all blood brought me was more blood

sometimes mine

sometimes theirs

rain will wash the blood away

whiskey will dull the pain

but neither can save a mans soul

some say I'm bound for hell

my greatest sin ?

I refuse to look the other way

I do my best not to be a hypocrite

I will sometimes turn the other cheek

but it will never be twice

and it damn sure won't be tonight

quick look's

drinking faster than the rest

trying to calm his nerves I guess