Blanked out

My juices dormant,
No molecular movement.
Everything silent,
What I seek hidden in the content.

Searching in desperation,
In my own sea of information.
Battling with the rebellious currents,
Time's the limitation.

He gave me another chance,
In the 'waters' I danced.
A ray of hope and I pranced,
But I made totally no advance.

Finally I gave up hope,
Adrenaline's my dope.
In the 'waters' I begin drowning,
Nothing but 'water' I groped.
I can't cope,
But will I die? Nope.
I'm down with 50 lines,
What a joke.

-GreyKliche