Maggot meal and so young

Well now I'm dead,
I put a gun to my head

I couldn't take it anymore,
now my corpse lay in blood and gore

my soul now rots in a new hell.
i sit and ponder in my new cell

counting the hours as the eternal clock ticks,
i think about all of them and past conflicts

wondering now if they really even cared,
or if they realized yet I'm not there

thinking if this was really a solution,
or just another contribution

to the pain I did and do still feel,
but none of that matters now that I'm maggot meal...