A Contract with my "Death"

It wasn't another normal day.
Where everything would be going,
In a normal way.
It was an abnormal day
Which seemed to be going ,
In an unusual way.

That day the birds didn't chirp
As they used to in a normal way
It was an unusual day 
Going on in an unusual way.

That day one could hear the sorrow ,
In the nightingale's melodious voice.
Nobody could ever believe,
But it was his only choice.

People thought it was an accident,
Cops too confused filed it as an incident.
But my dear readers it was his love,
For the lady dressed as a bride.

It was his love,
For the Lady dressed as a bride,
He lost his love ,
Which forced him for a reproachful Suicide.

It was another normal day.
Everything seemed to be going,
In a normal way.
But when I opened my eyes, I gasped.