How does it feel.
How does it feel? Drowning?
A shocking force drives you deep deep under the change of matter and all around you the weight of the world is pushing you challenging you harnessing its unknowable might to break you until you don’t know which way is down
A numb and detached piece of you realizes it does not matter
And as the pressure drives through you your lungs begin to ache and your frantic heart is madly pounding airless blood through your swollen veins and you realize that you need air
But you know there is no air to be had
Desperation screams and the invisible noise hammers on the eardrums that were already broken and unconsciously seeing the inevitable end to this horror your body painfully forces you to pull in the toxic killer that surrounds you knowing the result and your decaying lungs are filled with ice
And then it changes
The hurt is still there and distantly you know you feel it you know you are still dying and if you are brave you know one small fiber of you is screaming and fighting because it is not ready to give up
But you are ready to give up
You are heavy and tired and the refreshing freeze of the water erases the burn of the memory of pain
Your brain is dead your heart is stone
preserved in its bleeding state
A heavy white sheet falls upon you and you are numb
You know you are dying
it is slower than you expected and
even on the reapers door you appreciate the irony
seconds are passing
and you know your very last
is approaching soon
and just before the
water turns black
you see
his face
his smile
his heart
and gladly you welcome the release.
How does it feel? Drowning?
I’ve never drowned. But I think it feels like this.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 6:10 AM UTC
How does it feel.
How does it feel? Drowning?
A shocking force drives you deep deep under the change of matter and all around you the weight of the world is pushing you challenging you harnessing its unknowable might to break you until you don’t know which way is down
A numb and detached piece of you realizes it does not matter
And as the pressure drives through you your lungs begin to ache and your frantic heart is madly pounding airless blood through your swollen veins and you realize that you need air
But you know there is no air to be had
Desperation screams and the invisible noise hammers on the eardrums that were already broken and unconsciously seeing the inevitable end to this horror your body painfully forces you to pull in the toxic killer that surrounds you knowing the result and your decaying lungs are filled with ice
And then it changes
The hurt is still there and distantly you know you feel it you know you are still dying and if you are brave you know one small fiber of you is screaming and fighting because it is not ready to give up
But you are ready to give up
You are heavy and tired and the refreshing freeze of the water erases the burn of the memory of pain
Your brain is dead your heart is stone
preserved in its bleeding state
A heavy white sheet falls upon you and you are numb
You know you are dying
it is slower than you expected and
even on the reapers door you appreciate the irony
seconds are passing
and you know your very last
is approaching soon
and just before the
water turns black
you see
his face
his smile
his heart
and gladly you welcome the release.
How does it feel? Drowning?
I’ve never drowned. But I think it feels like this.
