If I were to drown in the water deep,
My body hitting the ocean floor,
A slow numbness spreading,
As I struggle to breathe,
While you'd stand on the shoreline,
Warm sand beneath your bare feet,
As I try to escape the ocean's embrace,
And reach the sun's light.

Soon my lungs would burn,
A fire too weak to warm my frozen veins,
Losing this war I had no choice but to fight,
On heaven's door I'd never knock,
Because while the water loved me,
Death did not,
Each day living,
Even though I've been dead for so long.