Hypothermia

Dare you walk,
Across the ice of the lake?
A sound, a crack, a horrible pause,
Before the inevitable wake.

A plunge, a caress,
Not one you want to embrace;
The kiss, it stings and assaults,
A lover who has changed her taste.

You begin to relax now,
It's not really cold, afterall;
If you listen to my song, it will be all right,
An irresistible seduction, a siren's call.

Does it not feel warmer now?
Under the water, you need no new breath;
I'm here to support you, dear one,
I'm hypothermia, I am the deliverer of death.