the icy feeling soothes, but it kills...
when all else grows dim..
lights refracted and illusions are created...
under the surface you see a whole different world...
and suddenly...
you jerk...
the air your lungs long for is nowhere to be found...
you realize it is a threat...
you scream...
but, the killer around covers your mouth and muffles the sound...
you struggle...
you frantically kick and reach for the sky...
as you do so...
more of your strength is depleted...
and the more your lungs seek the air...
until it collapses under the weight of this cool agent...
you see nothing now...
you feel it's poison flowing in...
it doesn't force you...
you just, sort of, invite it...
you have no other choice...
it pulls you down until it fills you up...
the warmth begins to fade...
you feel only the coolness of your murderer....
the rush you desperately cling to disappears...
and you...
your dead...