Today I drank a glass of water.

A simple thing, I know,

But I had only a few sips before.

I watched as the faucet filled the cup with swirling bubbles,

Twisting around in a cyclone.

And then I drank.

I drank, 

I drank,

And I drank.

But now I am drowning.

I let the cup overflow,

And now I am drowning.

I went to get towels,

But now they are choking me.

The water is turning black now.

Its inky shades are seeping into my body.

My mouth is full it,

My eyes are blinded by it,

I am screaming,

Not for help,

Or for rescue,

But for the water to clear.

I am content with drowning.

I know it is nessecary sometimes.

Now the water is turning purple with pink swirls.

It is taunting me.

It is taking the black water out of me,

And everything else, too.

Pieces of my mind are being thrown up.

I now have no intelligence,

Just a craving for the water, 

But I cant have it.

Now the water is clearing,

and I am still drowning.

I am content.

Not happy,

But content,

Because everyone is drowning as well,

And I no longer drown,

We all just breathe