I'm drowning.
Air needs me.
At lease someone needs me.
There's no one around to save me,
ever.
Not you, not them,
just misery by my side.
A few more seconds,
and it's over.
No more kicking, splashing,
or muffled screams,
just black filled lungs.
Food for the fish,
as the ocean and I become one.
Maybe it's not so bad.
Being led by the moon.
Digressing by nature.
Ascending!
Only to crash again.