I can’t move, my hands are tied...it’s not just my hands...I can’t move... anything. Panic!
I struggle against the pressure... its crushing me... my lungs feel choked. A gigantic weight settles on my chest. Every breath of air feels like the prick of a thousand needles. I exhale... can’t bear the pain... I need air... it comes... along with pain... the bile tastes bitter in my mouth. I breathe in and am stabbed again... I try to keep it in for a longer time... the pain is unbearable... I close my eyes and exhale... I need air.
I’m sinking, the pressure is building. The needles are getting worse. It has spread out to my skin. They have now developed barbs. They cling on to me and are scraping me off... bit by bit, leaving my skin raw, sore and bloody. I struggle to keep another lump of bile from rising to my mouth... I try to fight against it... I can’t move. Not at all...
I’m sinking further, the water is murkier and it’s darker now... the pressure is mounting. I try to focus... my eyes are popping halfway out of their sockets. I’m trying to keep them in and see at the same time... it’s too dark to make out anything... a faint light shines far above me but I’m receding further. Everything around me is surrounded in a green phantasmagoric slime... I can see little globules floating around me but can’t quite make them out. I try to focus but the pain is too much to bear. I try to keep the bile from rising and shut my eyes... can’t move. Not even my eyelids. My ears are getting assaulted... a loud, low boom thundering on my eardrums... exploding, one after another inside my skull along with a high pitched noise... a consistent scratching of rough, brittle nails on a smooth surface.
Every gasp of breath feels like a thousand years of hard labour... A massive weight on my chest... If only I could escape from the pain in my chest. There is no respite, not yet. I’m sinking further. The pressure is getting worse. I feel my internal organs turn into a bloody, viscous pulp, mixed with pus in equal parts. I can still comprehend, even if it’s only the excruciating pain. My brain can ask no questions, it seeks no answers. It just feels the pain. The torture of every single cell clearly distinguishable... No respite, no mercy, no peace.
Against all odds, against the pain, the torture, the bile, the hurt, the agony, the anguish I say everything I have to say in a word.
Death...
I’m still sinking...the pressure is incalculable, the pain... incomprehensible, the weight... immeasurable, the bile... bitter, revolting swirling in my mouth and oozing through my nose... Through all of this I can just make out... I know...
Not yet...

music,sports( on tv that is),photography, books,cooking, MOVIES

led zepplin, pink floyd, ac/dc, doors, deep purple, dire straits.... all the big daddies of rock. i'm absolutely in love wit norah jones

show me how to live

lord of the rings trilogy, braveheart, phonebooth, sin city, fight club, eyes wide shut,

whose line is it anyway, will and grace, full house,less than perfect, lonely planet, live football matches, monster house, almost everything on discovery travel n living and cartoon network. OPRAH!

oscar wildes the picture of dorian grey, kahlil gibrans the satan, stories by roald dahl, edgar allen poe, i could go on n on n on. choke, chuck palanhiuk is great.