Suicide

Misery and thy mystery sorrow
Hid the eyes that creep along
Wants a life with no tomorrow
Nightingales have their song

Brutal, despised killer it be
Moves the things that bleed
Prove thy only grief to see
Pulling the strings to mislead

Standing at edge of a towered cliff
Closed eyes to see what he lived
Took a longer time, a life away to sniff
Hope is dangerous He believed

Pushing forward he thought He flew
Like a bird shot towards a sunset
He hit the ground with no sound, life away it blew
Tasted blood and death was no upset.

Flashed before his eyes, everything he lived for
and then away with a moments thought he took
It was gift he knew it not, a thing to abhor
The only thing was done, the ground it only shook