Demon bound cataclysm,
Subtle baby pacifism.
Drowning in my own reflection,
Lacking a form of much needed protection.

Waiting for this air to escape me,
I can feel my last breath
And where it will take me.
Heavy lungs, desperate gasps
How long with this frantic minute
Seem to last?

Fighting, kicking, pulling for more.
Lifelessly floating, dead up on the shore.
There I lay, with a blank stare.
Gazing off into the sky,
Directly at the air.

And yet there it is,
As I make my ascension,
There on the ground,
I can see my reflection.