I swoon at the vibrant colors. Mustn't
go into the water, must get closer. I
already am aware, that I will not reach my
destination. Though I try in vain. A lost
cause.
The wood of the dock moans,
as I shift in place. Rough between
my toes. A splinter tears through my
soft flesh, a predator slowly consuming it's
prey.
Looking down, the sight of blood causes me
to violently tremble. It is over. An ongoing struggle
no more. Tonight we will become one, and only
one will witness. Struggling...useless. My life...
futile.