The Last Breath

Speech and breatheing, so easy isn't it;
     tell me, is it so easy in the bottom of a water pit.
You cannot speak, nor let out a scream;
     at this time your skin turns a blueish-cream.
The water encases you like a cold blanket;
     you are so cold, that you feel so nakid.
Dont breathe out and don't breathe in;
     you try to free yourself, you cant, your foot is pinned.
Your struggles and fast movement wastes time and you still struggle;
     come on you have just one more bubble.
Memorys you found so fond and so rare;
     collide together in your last bubble of air.
The pressure in your lungs tell you to breathe in;
     your hands cover your mouth, you try to hold it pinned.
Your last true memory of yours is your husband and child;
     you let the last bubble go as it only seems mild.
Your body goes limp, yours eyes go backwards;
     just as simple, your soul goes forward.
To the whilte golden gates of heaven land;
     or go down to the inner fire's of hells plan.
If only you didn't have the windows open, and got in the car;
     and skipped the shots at the bar.
You seemed dizzy, but still fine, as you went and swayed the car;
     you tryed to stop, leaving skids on the streets tar.
Over your car went, lifting in the air, over the hill;
     the car lands in the water, words are said by Jill.
"Oh god, no im not ready, im not ready for my death";
     this is what happend on Jills last breath.