Staring into the eyes of death

On the steep edge of a cliff that had took so many lives. A man stood. The man looked down with his beady, soulless eyes, As the wild, unsettled wind waved his dark strands of hair. He knew what he was doing. He knew that what he was going to do was going to hurt many people, but he also knew that what he was doing was going to save many lives. Without re-thinking his final decision, he jumped, looking down regretting every single moment of his pitiful life. Slowly, painfully.