The moonbeams cascade over me and wash me out.
Allowing me to become a silhouette, simply fading away.
The sea salt air wraps around me and whips my hair around me.
Walking into December ocean, my blood freezes.
A ghost smile forms on my face relishing in the last moments of life
The water is up to my neck and I can't feel my finger tips anymore
Taking one last look at the moon, allowing the bright moonbeams stream down on me. The wind blows and I allow it to push me into the frozen ocean. My lungs fill with salt water and my hair floats around me but I can still feel the sweet moonbeams on my frozen skin.