Panic is pointless, but my heart is still racing.
Sinking, faster the more I relive my sinning.

Be it delirium from drowning, or a vibration from unbeknownst…I heard / felt sinister laughter.

When my lungs couldn’t hold out any longer, the tug on my legs subsided.
Bubbles of hope erupted from deeper within than where my soul once resided.

Not even cold anymore, and have lost nearly all sense of my self…My heart beats no longer.

Only my eyes contain life, but I am unable to locate any light from the surface. Had the curtain finally dropped, or was darkness that pervasive at these depths?

Awareness returns with an assault on my senses.

I hear Them…muffled by the sound of the sea. People I do not recognize shouting …scrambling to try and save me.

Or so they thought.

I was a dead man, floating on the surface.
Yet, my eyes snapped open underwater and I opposed the compulsion to seek air. I sought relief in that which I was denied again: The after life.

Or so I thought.