I can feel my muscles fighting against it.

The will to will, the will to carry on.

I can feel my muscles contract

As I hold my breath refusing

Refusing to oxygenate the lungs

The lungs that helped me sustain

Sustain the life I lived on earth.

But so with pain I try to breathe

But my lungs become engulfed in water

Brim to the top of my throat

The world fades before me

Become soft images fading black

Then I can see a blinding white

Before I sink to the bottom

Help.