The Word

Beneath my feet... gravel crumbles,
The sun... sets aside.
The breeze is harsh... ripping through my curls,
My dress is billowing... the air is cold.
I look out at the horizon... I see the clouds in the sky,
A thunderous beat is heard... day is turning to night. 
And in my head... a word is forming,
It's dark and shady... not at all bright. 
This cliff is tall - I will not lie.
And the word in my head - it's repeating. Why?

It's angry and loud...

It's corrupt and foul...

The word...

Die.