All was struck,
By the luck
This man has brought about
As they saw,
Grief so raw
Their tears came dripping out

Head was pressed,
On the nest
Of his unfinished piece
Bout his plight,
One last fight
Against an inner beast

He was wrong,
For so long
To think he can contain
This dark sin,
Deep within
But all his pain remained

So he wrought,
With his thought
To let his ink confess
Grabbed a pen,
By his hand
He etched his final test

But before,
He can pour
Last words to end his piece
His heart screamed,
Suicide shimmed
One final breath, he seized

With a knife,
His own life
A silent death, he stole
Now his sad,
Guilty blood
Can’t write the story’s whole