This poem is based on the part of Twilight where James is about to kill Bella, and then Edward comes in just in time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Or any of the characters. But I wish I did.
I was dead
In the heavy water, drifting
Above, though, were the sounds of angels
Begging and it was wrong, wrong
Numb lips, no sound, no calming words
Angel in perfect horror, terrified, transfixed.
Pain held me captive, imprisoned was I
From soothing my love, my heart, my Edward.
Finding my breath, trapped
Deep, dark water
My heart, my lungs,
No breath escapes,
I can't breathe.
I can not breathe.