It washed upon me 

A giant toxic wave

Dark, churning, tempest born mass

Thick liquid, dragging me down 

Deep beneath its thundering billows

Gears grind

Scratching screeching metal

Alive yet in a dream

Struggling to float

Struggling to think

In movement nor rest is respite found

Only time, incessant and overbearing

Shall free the awashed from the depths

Precious seconds, then, tick forward

Dare not be abated 

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