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