Pressure's Death Grip

Pressure takes me under
Steals my air
A heavy weighted cover
Throwing cold blooded stares

It ties my mouth shut
I'm gasping now for breath
I bit the pressures grip
But all I taste is death

I'm dunked under water
And sinking rather slow
My eyes are black, the water's cold
I want to just let go

I'm hearing my last sounds
My ears are working still
An evil sinister laugh comes
Up my spine, there runs a chill.