White Knuckles

You're going to find him

and make him pay.

Stumble out to the bar.

"Take one more look at her

And it will be the end of your days.

You low-life bookie

you don't scare me.

I ain't settling no debt

I ain't saving no face.

One more drink then I'm gone

And then I'll drag you out of this place."

Put it down for the courage

Your fists clench with the blood rush.

White knuckles when the hit lands

Cold concrete and blurred vision.

Stumble home from the bar.

Stuttered steps home to your front door.

On the tip of your tongue

your remorse.

Shamed by the loss and defeat.

Shamed by your let down to her.

The same walk as that first night.

Now alone you know that this ain't right.

Better days and the promise you made

Ain't no man supposed to walk out that way.

Her ring lies in the thick red

Your tears swell

and the room spins.

"Dear God

what have I done?"

You left her

and he took her

he laid with her.

You bastard's son.

With the blackout

And the bloodstains

Your teeth clench

Then the pain comes.