You sink slowly – As murk dissolves the luminance – As pressure builds – As flails reduce to flutter – Lungs fill with fluid – As breath stifles – As panic nictates into stillness – With each weakening, dying heartbeat, you grow closer to death – What ideas enter a dying man’s consciousness in those last moments of actuality? – When survival is futile, do you think of regret? – Do you beg for forgiveness to a god above? – An uncaring deity who let you suffer this fate? – Deeper – You’ve lost sense of direction – Do you struggle to hang on to those last few moments of animation? Where minutes dissect into seconds – Then seconds fraction themselves away into closing flickers of existence – The hourglass reduces to the falling of each individual grain, and the world around you is slowly engulfed in darkness... while you expire at the speed of thought
