Crested waves slap my face, as my hands sift through the bitter murk. I gasp for air as the waters pressure laden’s my chest. Vigorously sifting my arms through this sea of lead, I slowly sink. The liquid rising over my lips makes my lungs heave for air. Each wave protrudes, out Poseidon’s fingertips, each to ominously touch the sky, to rain below, and scratch the soul of morning glories deceptive rise. You cannot see my streaming tears. I beg thee first, to save my life, because I do not want to die.  Grasping snugly, my nails dig deeply into my flesh. Then I beg thee; kill me fast, because I do not want to feel such pain.  And soon I loosen my clench feeling the torrent of my blood. Finally I beg thee, let me die, because to live a life of nothingness……is indeed no life to live.