Rising Water Kills

In to deep starting to drown.
As I am all tied down,
Scrambling around,
On the sea's ground.

Under the tall waves,
Nobody to save,
This my grave.

My air begins to run out,
I can do without,
No need, no doubt.

The water is starting to cave in,
The pressure on my skin,
Pressing deep within.

The end is soon near to me,
Need no plea,
For now I will be a new part of the sea. -