The cold, dark waters will suffice for my damage,
icy liquid covers my face
slowly climbing down my throat with claws that burn.
Pain no longer runs through my body; only the numbing.
I look beyond the surface and there, shining in my face, is light.
Gracefully I rise. Up from the cruel below to a warm, heavenly place.
The beauty overcomes my blue lips and wet hair, letting the natural color show in my lips and the curls to crinkle.
No longer shall the cold dark waters suffice for my damages, but the glorious haven drown me with love.