The Pit and the Pendulum

I fell and i fell and I fell. And as I reached the bottom of the pit I came unto a large sheet of freezing water. Terrified, tired, and and seemingly tiny in this pit, I fought to stay above the surface of the pitch black liquid. Slowly, so slowly, I lost the will, the eneergy to stay above the surface and I felt the water welcome me like the jaws of a terrible beast. The water poured over my head and the pressure grew exceedingly greater. At last I could not hold my breath any longer and I inhaled, my lungs filling with water. The feeling that struck me was not terror, but of release. I was no longer being tortured and I would gladly accept this fate if it meant no more pain. Drifting underneath the water felt like...going home.