LAST GULP

Sat down on my bed, stripped
I’m ready, got my portions done
One by one, they churn down my throat
Its almost time, I better hurry
They say time waits for no man, I run faster
I’m getting closer, almost at the edge now
I can feel the wind blow past, their howls now fast
The river’s flow slowing now, when I get there, it stops
I can feel its eyes on me, like a predator, circling with care
The air holds a gust of foreboding, they shall be left reckoning
A step further and it reaches out, choking gently on my throat
It feels through my body, touching every part, strange?
A gasp of horror, just on the final hour
Into the pit I drown, my last drink I down
As I thought, its binding, touché.