The Suicide’s Soliloquy

Here, where the lonely hooting owlSends forth his midnight moans,Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,Or buzzards pick my bones.No fellow-man shall learn my fate,Or where my ashes lie;Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,Or by the ravens’ cry.Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,And this the place to do it:This heart I’ll rush a…… Continue reading The Suicide’s Soliloquy