Beauty

I'm drowning in a paper mache lake.
And it's beautiful.
I sink and applaud the architects creativity.
Silently i worship his work.
I begin to choke
It tastes beautiful.
Like the work of a thousand chefs
Creating a single masterpiece.
Delicious.
Swimming to the top is impossible.
I move my arms and kick my legs.
It is futile.
So i give in.
I fall fast now.
Eager to reach my new found destination.
I wonder what its like.
Brilliant?
Scary?
Heaven?
Or HEll?