Hands tighten around my throat
I can’t even tell if they are mine
Water pounds against my already thumping head
Brains expand and push
The water continues to pump unforgivingly
Slumping down into crossed legs
Hands clasp my bursting head
Making their way once more to my
Gentle at first
Until my feet lose feeling
And blackness slinks in front of my eyes
Brains continue to fill to explosion point
I finally lose consciousness.
Waking up under the loving water
I get a glimpse of the relaxation,
Of the excitement that
Darkness inevitably brings.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.