I am sinking myself into arctic, bleak water.
Surprisingly, I feel refreshingly cleansed, I feel secure.
I am hurled out of the ocean in an instant;
They are pouring gallons of boiling, blistering blood onto me.
I am getting accustomed to this unfamiliar, calescent body;
The agonising, intense calamity melting the walls of my breath languidly.
I am abraded and scraped by the deep-seated animosity on the tips of their finger nails;
The valves to my heart gradually enclosing and enfolding along with the bitter poison.
I am liberated from all suffocation and turmoil;
A final smile cracked across the concrete that plastered my face,
Before the last, ultimate beat.
I am finally at rest.