Final Swim

It lies unmoved, the face strained and pearls of sweats formed
It tries to open its eyes but to no avail
Flashes of pictures come and go
Flash, bright white with puddles of blood
Flash, dark grey with flashes from thunder
Flash, pitch black with heavy rain falling on face
It tries to feel its surrounding but to no avail
All felt was very wet, not dry
Deep, thick, hateful stench, but wet
It tries to listen to it surrounding but to no avail
All heard was sounds of heavy rain drop
All heard was sounds of thunder, Angry Thor slamming his lights
Not even a slight insect sound was heard
Nor the frog who would sing under the rain
Try as it may, with the senses all dulled, to no avail
It lies without peace, breathing its final breath,
It leaves the shell
The shell that was soaked heavily on a pool of tainted blood