You sink slowly – As murk dissolves the luminance – As pressure builds – As flails reduce to flutter – Lungs fill with fluid – As breath stifles – As panic nictates into stillness – With each weakening, dying heartbeat, you grow closer to death – What ideas enter a dying man's consciousness in those last moments of actuality? – When survival is futile, do you think of regret? – Do you beg for forgiveness to a god above? – An uncaring deity who let you suffer this fate? – Deeper – You've lost sense of direction – Do you struggle to hang on to those last few moments of animation? Where minutes dissect into seconds – Then seconds fraction themselves away into closing flickers of existence – The hourglass reduces to the falling of each individual grain, and the world around you is slowly engulfed in darkness... while you expire at the speed of thoughtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
