Drowning

A peaceful way to die, or so I'm told,
For obviously I'm not dead myself.
Water like blades, unforgiving and cold,
Don't weep for me, I beg, but save yourself.
The silence presses in from all around,
And light, save for the distant sun, is gone.
Air forced out of your lungs without a sound,
But feels as gorgeous as rarest chiffon.
Perhaps that's why she gave herself to you,
So she could die enveloped in your arms,
The last sight she would see tainted by blue,
It seems your ocean lover's lost his charms.
Calm one second, the other rage controlled.
But still a peaceful death, or so I'm told,