Uprising

Oh, these wretched waves of black,
Drain away from me,
Pull back into the currents built to
Wrench me further and
Stray away from me.
I do not want these curls of,
Tension and whirls of asphyxiation,
Plaguing me again,
Like the last time,
And the last time,
And the last and the last and the last
and the last and the last fucking time.

Oh, these wretched waves of black,
Do not drown me,
Not when I have finally learnt
To breathe out of water.

Please.