Suicide

I saw his body in the forest
Moments before dawns bloom
A poor victim of the sky
Has fallen from the moon

I sought to help those broken wings
His blood stains red on skin
Through the darkness I sing
Calling out to him

Closer, his painful cries increase
I see a mess of blood and bone
But then a sight makes me cease
His eyes fade, blank as stone

Dead before I could even speak
Another soul I couldn't save
They jump for the release they seek
Leads them to an early grave

I saw his body in the forest
At nightfall’s beautiful gloom
A poor victim of the sky
Has fallen to his doom