I’m alone and its dark, I’m scared but its not the dark that  I’m afraid of it’s what or who is in it. I’ve been shot and I’ve lost a lot of blood but I’m alone and can’t stand or walk. It’s dark but I can see, and I realize that it was all a dream that I didn’t descend alone. I can’t breathe there’s water all around, I’m immobile, I hold on to what isn’t there, I twist, turn, toss, shake. I twitch as I lose the last breath in me while I sink to the dark blue and watch the bubbles rise.