Drooling frothy foam, drawing closer to home.
Snarling intermittently, (gasp) it's coming for me!
Beast or ogre, let this be over.
Go for your kill, have your fill.
Squinting through the blinding light,
was I here today? Will I stay the night?
Tomorrow isn't what yesterday predicted.
This is the truth, I am addicted.
Plunging head first, into the ravine.
Serpent infested, the water looks divine!
Chilling and hissing.
Now I'm reveling in what I was missing.
Another day gone by, only a lifetime ahead.
Inching closer to the sky?
Or plummeting further to the dead?