I am gripped by the ever present panic.
Despite my efforts it won't let go, gripping desperately like a beggar child on the brink of death.
I am forced along, taken with the flow, overwhelmed to the point where it's over.
I go below, the tumultuous sounds of the water filling my ears and my soul with less than a second left.
It was once a friend but now turned foe, I battle fiercely; its like world war 2.
I the allies and the water; the flow, the axis.
Except this time, the axis wins; precise and clinical in its blows.
I swing my sword, shoot my gun, breath out my last gasp of air,
Hoping of some slim chance; a tale like the legends I heard as a child.
Those who went against all odds.
But that's all they were, legends.
In the end I had to let go.
A struggle I was destined to lose since the start.
Inside of me feels like a car crash, lungs crushed. Brain shutting down.
My eyes, they close for the last time as my soul leaves,