He is sinking
Just as swiftly
As he fell

As swiftly as he sinks
The moments feel infinite
Seconds transform into years

His lungs enveloped in liquid,
The life slowly dissipates from his blackened eyes
Saving him is a bitter impossibility

His once sumptuous lips
Now only know a pale blue, cold sensation

He is empty now
Not a breath, nor a spirit
Can be seen, or felt

His body, lifeless and full of nothing
Lies beneath the cold, deep water
Whose waves were almost as violent
As his very habits were