A deed well thought,
A masterpiece death plot.
A string well hung,
Looped precisely to fit his neck.

Deep in a forest,
Amid tall trees and shrubs
The fittest branch he chose…

High above the ground
That will keep him airborne
And surrender not to his gravity.

His final weeps
And sombre sobs…
Tears flowing like a waterfall.

God knows who knows,
What his notion or motive is.

With such a gruesome manner
Strips a soul so innocent of its life.
And deprives a body so handsome of its breath.

Thus loved ones moan his strange death.

Spreading like grass
His death became headlines,
‘25-year-old died at will
Another soul taking
A holiday to heaven.