Suicide Jockey

It's a good day to die - aren't they all? planted this evil seed; scrawled the note on a Get Well Soon greeting; ink or blood? Doesn't matter, suppose it should...really. One magpie is all that's ever been seen; years wasted scoping barren terrain for one more for joy. For a sign of hope...humanity Only bad omens beat lonely wings; it's cold, man, cold and really old really quick. No more dreams of cabbages and kings and...tender things. No afterlife, please, no backwater channel resurrection re-run; no off-peak reincarnated repeat of what has gone before. Once was enough; how could that hell be endured...anymore?