Change

Panicing, flipping out,
Mind franticly races,
For any traces of hope,
Nope,
Yet limbs maintain the pace,
to chase escape by gripping about.

Rapid, shallow breaths,
Unable to be at ease,
On the eve of demise,
Making pleas to the Divine
Landing on ears still deaf,
Rescue denied.
Submerged in the unexpected unknown,
Destined to remain here till death.

The darkness consumes me,
I in turn consume the darkness,
Lungs filled with the psuedo fluid.
I feel my self changing
Kicking reflexivly,
I am one with my tomb.
Soon, exchanging this existance for a new one
Emerging from its womb.