A Day at the Beach

I walk on the beach one final time
Choosing this is what I want
Due to my health, I'd rather be preserved in blue
Not a mixture of chemicals that make me weaker
I rejoice as the beach is occupied by the news
They're covering this catastrophe;
And no it's me...
It's coming to an end
The people who film yell at me to return -
Police even attempt to bring me to regain my mind
They plead and plead as I walk over to the shore line
This is my choice to be buried here,
Instead of being in bed and having the instruments do their duty
I can hear the waves crash, can't you?
Pointing to the waves, the crew that is urging me to run
I simply smile and take notice to my fate
I want to be free from those white walls
With all the faces worried about my life
Forgive me but I have to look at this historical moment...
Over the horizon
The tides wash ashore-
Feeling the sand between my toes
Smeeling the salt within the cool ocean breeze;
Closing my eyes I find a place to sit
Soaking in the clouds of rage as they spiral
Cooking up another attack
I feel at piece while I hear the roar of the tide
Standing up I open my eyes
A dark red and black fill the ocean
The water is rapidly receding back
The sand is bare as my feet feel the warm air
I look around to find the area has been evacuated
Cars lay empty and umbrellas flap in the wind
Surf boards lay upon the water moving furiously as the tides
Rage them in their hands of destruction -
Fate swallows my voice as I accept the truth
This sea is my tomb
The water is the soil I shall be convered with
I shall wash away to the darkening abyss
Slowly I reach to the sky, getting a good stretch
Before I become one with death
The tides ascend over my head
The final sight, sound, smell of water sets in my mind
Senses of fear go away as the tide consumes me..