It takes you under when you least expect it,
You're jerked and pulled in every direction.

It becomes colder and darker,
You're less and less aware,
For all you really want is air.

If you ever reach the surface,
It's the wet water that greets you falling from the sky,
And it drops, drops, drops,
But not the frozen kind.

Before you realize it,
You're pulled under again.
Seconds are hours.
Minutes are days.

No matter how hard you try,
And try as you might,
But you just have to face it,
You were meant to die.