I watch as he kneels on the cliff,
Curved dagger in his hand
"Why must I end this way?
I-I... I don't... understand."

His tears flow freely
Seagulls calling in the sky
Salt spray smashing the rocks below
Their own intent to die

He pulls off his shirt, his face just as crinkled as it
Throws it to the surging waves
Says his prayers, regrets his choices,
As he remember the path he paves

Gripping his dagger, knuckles white
Into his belly, blade out of sight

My eyes snap wide open, as I awake
Oh, this excruciating pain