My lungs ache For the comforting embrace of Fresh air, and relief, And slumber. But it is far too late, I am trapped under water, And I cannot see, Nor hear, Nor breathe, Nor speak. But I can surely taste; So, I try and ******* blood and grow familiar of It's humanly reminder that I'm still alive. These days have been tearing me to shreds And I no longer have a voice to shout out for help.