Choke

When I told you to meet me at the lake,
I think you took my meaning by mistake.
I'm here, waiting for you, at the bottom.
Before cold winter comes calm autumn.
But sun rays still shine down here.

This scene is something to die for.
I'm talking about an absolute eye sore.
You would be inebriated by the sight,
But it wouldn't feel right.

All this time, your breath would be taken away.
But you'd be breathless, just like me, as I lay.
Here, at the bottom of the lake of still water.
A victim of a careful and loving slaughter.