Dying

Twisted insides, will they ever begin to unravel? Entangling me, they are slowly strangling me Sucking the life and breath right out of me, the air I used to know has been both used & abused Anger & rage reside in its place, the only element of my existence at times

Darkness surrounds my curled up and & frigid body, floating in a pool of icy waters the light that used to be has gone out. Eyes closed tightly, yet I still see the danger all around me waiting to engulfs me, to digest me.
Predators hang not far from me, anticipating the taste of my failures & my fate.Silent yet screaming, my ears are filled with sirens of my dying self as I wait for death to ease my pain. Forgotten in the depths that are taking me lower, no anchor, no rope, no rescue just forgotten I am. Bleeding not blood but my soul as the waters blacken around me, shedding the remnants of my spirit, leaving only the salt of my dried up tears.I think this is what dying is, what dying feels like, a pain so deep and searing your flesh cannot feel. This is not what is alive, I am disappearing, I am dead.