Today seemed a good day to die. The deep blue ocean was oddly silent as the
black thunderclouds rolled in from the east. I could feel the dark power of
the storm as the freezing wind whipped me with wet sand. 'Slave! Slave!' it
seemed to shriek. The rocks of the point were sword sharp beneath my tired feet,
and many times I nearly slipped in the blood which spilled softly from those
same feet, staining the black stones below me a deep red. But, I felt no pain
as i forced myself farther out on the point, my head whirling with broken dreams,
the flavour of death tainting my pallet. I strode out onto the last bit of frozen
land and savoured the icy wind one final time. A gull screamed high above as
I silently flung myself to the deadly water far below. Today was a good day
to die.
LotusEater '94