Drowning in the ocean
Of the fiery golden liquid
Trapped in a treacherous vessel,
Bottomless, flavourful quicksand
A drink, that’s all I asked for.
And it turned out to be the
Deepest, darkest trench.
And trapping forever within itself,
Like the void filled to the brim,
Making space for a thirsty wanderer,
Welcoming into his gruesome demise.