This River Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

I try to call out for help
but I'm suffocating
in a river of pain and treachery.
I try to call out
as I resurface once again,
but the river engulfs me once more
in it's icy grasp.
It pulls me under and slowly,
oh so slowly, extracts
the life from me.
This River feeds on your will
to keep living.
As I resurface yet again,
in a valient attempt to call out
but it's icy cold hands come forth
from This blood filled River,
yet again to drag me under
to endure the slow agonizing
half life that This River holds.