I see beauty, I see danger

How could something so evil also be so beautiful?
It shines and shimmers,
it gleams, it glimmers.
Nothing else matters,
no-one can touch me.

I lie in peace,
stare up into the blue abyss
the blue and silver sparkles.
I seem to be the only one who sees it.
The beauty. The power.
The bubbles seem to smile,
they see the beauty
they are bright and shining,
crystal clear,
the sunlight speckles the mosaic tiles.

Still, emotionless.
The glisten of its ripples reflected by the ceiling.
I am still.
Emotionless.
I see people screaming but hear nothing.
I am cold but my face burns.
My mind races. So many things I need to remember.
The pressure rises
my heart beats faster and faster until it stops.

The cold steals my breath...
for a second.
The cold embrace is a gift.
The silence is comforting despite the icy grasp.
For a second I am alone; only I matter.
Only I exist.
And then I rise – break the surface and everything becomes real.
I can’t breathe. I can’t see and I can’t stop.
With every breath, my chest tightens.
My world is spinning in darkness.
My arms burn, my legs ache.
It feels like hundreds
until I see the end only metres away–
I close my eyes and give all I have.
I stop,
I sink down and I know it is over.