There’s nothing better than an ice cold pint

At the bar of my favorite pub

There was an odd feeling in the air, something wasn’t right

Maybe I’m off….maybe I just need some grub

I walk right in as I’m greeted by name

I swear there’s no place better, nowhere that’s the same

I shout out “I’ll take my usual!” as I head to the men’s room

As I walk through the mirage of scents, cigarettes and perfume

I find the restroom empty, this had to be a first

The air felt thin and quiet with suspense

I took no notice as, it was always as eerie as a hearse

It was just a feelinf that I could sense

I went to wash my hands as I was greeted by a glow

The mirror lit up green, then pink, what a show

This had to be a portal, one that is calling my name

I might as well enter, but nothing will be the same