Auguries of suicide

The Owl that calls upon the Night
Announces the doubter’s dread
He who never dream apart sadness,
Seeing the bright sun extinguished its life
While he wanders darkling in the abyss of pain in his mind
Pathless is the way and icy does feel the wind,
He forgot his passions in the dread
And he says not his pain as
He thinks to be the reason behind his woe for others
Like a dog starving at his master’s feet,
He predicts his own downfall,
A bird breast in a Cage
Puts all despair in a bondage
As life is all his misery,
His ending is a testimonial to others
He is the victim of no fault
And the erroneous assaulter of himself
But this is his choice and
It should be like that,
So is the story of suicide written and acted…