fauxcroft

Spinning downward

Round and round

In a whirlpool

Of suction

A vortex of power

Dragging me down

Quietly suffocating

Unable to make sounds

Slot smothered

In the watery squall

Feeling no hope

As I simply fall

Ever down

Into the watery depths

Taking away

My vital breath

Pulling me down

Spinning downward

Round and round.