what am i to do?

what am i to do: by jeremy brandt

What am I to do now that I am backed to the edge of a cliff. To the right I have sharp dagger shaped rocks, and to the left a sea filled torment of shark infested waters. I look ahead at you and I stutter step back. I have been down that road once and still I am tormented by what I have tryed not to become, but look where I am once again. Having to choose between death or becoming once again a mindless fish in a pond of savages. I no longer want that. All that I desire is just to be left to be. But yet I am now stuck with a choice. I once heard that it is better to have lived free and poor; then to have lived rich and enslaved. So I must choose the only way I will be happy. Death.