Hypothermia is a nice way to go

Hypothermia is a nice way to go,
You slide into the water,
Warm like the womb
And sleep,
Slowly slipping away from the world
As the water cools around you.
As the air above you forces you bellow the water,
Consciousness becomes impossible,
You’re too far under,
And who would want to,
You’re dying your dreams.
Stacking zzzzz’s
Climbing up the wooded hill
Going, going, gone.
Hypothermia is a nice way to go.