Suicide

If i'm dead in the grave,
will you still love me?
If i look up will i see flowers
that you left above me?
when the worms begin to feed again
it feels like you love me.
when decay becomes my closest friend
will you be thinking of me?
I feel so alone since the days are gone,
when i walked in the sun.
I gave up my chance in the darkness.
I can't while holding my gun.
If i knock on your door tonight
will i be welcomed in?
Would you be willing to forgive me of my mortal sin?
I finally escaped the whispers and lies,
and the world where i didn't fit.
I brought about my own demise and,
ended up here in this pit.
When the moon is full
i can feel it pull.
It's a shame it's come to this,
i can't seem to to make up my mind,
but i have plenty of time,
in this cold dark place of mine.
BUT... do you still love me?