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Dont Drink the Water
Ascending from the depths Of my personal sea of sorrow, I feel the pressure in my body easing As I get nearer to the surface, The abyss no longer a blinding darkness My lungs struggle to hold in the screams That will surely deplete the last breath of life Left within my ravaged body How close I came to succumbing to the wet blackness How easy to just slip into the depths And let the weight of my regrets Carry me straight to the bottom Ready to trade my last breath For a cold refreshing drink of death I somehow retained enough sanity “Or maybe it was the just instinct” To use my last ounce of energy and will To push off of the murky bottom And try to return to the surface Where hopefully life will be waiting As I slowly raise towards salvation I fight to stay calm as my heart pounds And my mind races Fighting the urge to flail frantically Towards the surface Where I can feel the sun As it dries my waterlogged soul Where I can exhale the stale and dead air within me And inhale the sweet freshness Of a new life
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