Descending down into the depths, driving
Every ounce of vital oxygen out.
My lungs shut down and I’m past reviving.
My vision blurs as my mind fills with doubt.
I can’t go back. Not now. I’ve gone too far.
The pain recedes as my consciousness fades.
I guess it is time to say “au revoir.”
I’m almost gone. Now, I won’t need your aid.
But I hit rock bottom and I choose to
Stand back up. You will not gain victory
Over me, Death! You will not only rue
This day but you will die in this story.
Death, you have lost your sting. You can’t control
Me. Fear hath no place. The parting bell tolls.