Ice.

I have been dropped into a vast sea, isolated. The hard chill of loneliness stabs through my flesh, and stiffens my joints. Hopelessness looms at a distance in the form of a single fin, dipping in and out of sight, striking me with the fear of inevitable horror.
A crash consumes my body in uncontrollable motion. My breath is gone. I am surrounded by ice. The sea has finally captured all of me. My eyes forced shut, I wait for the darkness to keep me, but I find my breath again, and I can hear the crashing once more. Air is like needles in my salt burned throat. My chest is shocked with life, unable to expand it’s needed width.
As soon as my vitality had come back to me it is once again muffled by the endless wrath of black viscosity. Encircled by the beautiful darkness and suffocation, I am calm. It can’t be controlled.