Drowning
Drifting through this ocean of life, alone without a hand.
Reaching desperately for help, with envy for dry land.
Only dark seas in sight, and not a thing to eat.
Water fills my icy lungs, while I frantically kick my feet.
Near to death, far from humanity.
I can hardly think straight, I'm bordering insanity.
Nearly out of oxygen, running out of air,
Going under slowly as I'm tangled in my own hair.
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