Her Perfect Death

I wrote this a while back, or rather started it, and finally finished it Aug. 12, 2007. It's not the best, but I thought I'd put it up anyways. I know that it's not entirely realistic (with rigor setting in, and then mentioning thinking), but I like it.

Close your eyes and
Hold your breath
Recreate her
Perfect Death

Sudden cold as
You go under
Heart a-pounding
Trick of thunder

In goes water
Out comes air
Pretty bubbles
Float through hair

Past the surface
See them rise
To Delusion
Surrender your eyes

Then it's dark
Prefectly alone
Brain stops racing
Heavy as stone

Rigor setting
Muscles tight
Your mind says no
But you won't fight

Open your eyes now
Release the scream
Sit up straight
It's just a dream