I plead and pledge, save me! oh save me!
I'm out there at the edge , sharp as knife-edge.
Few inches from oblivion, like in front of a marksman
With loaded gun, a machine gun,
Filled with smoke, the room so hazy,
Ice cold and shivering, sweating profusely,
What lay beneath? Very dark and underneath?
A hand came from behind, shaky and shivery,
Clenched my body, tightly and unkindly,
He held me casually ,though not so stable,
Myself a glass of brandy, at the edge of the table.
Wonderful! You have maintained the suspense till the very end :)
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