Myself Dying

Death-infested waters swirl around
My motionless body.
It isn't worth the effort to fight
The eternal currant,
That bursts around my troubled body.

The water is cold,
But warmer than my frosted heart.
I am drug under by the silky waves,
That caress my wounded heart.

Melting my heartache away-
I am set free!

Fiesty
5/14/99