Death Poem

If I'm dead and in the grave, will you still love me?
I see the flowers you left above me?
When the worms begin to feed again,
i feel when you loved me.
When decay becomes my closet friend,
will you be thinking of me?
I feel so alone since those days are gone when I walked in the sun.
I gave up my chance, in the darkness I chant 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 in a life where I didn't fit.
I brought about my own demise and ended here in this pit.
When the moon is full, I can feel its pull and think of the things I missed.
Regret is making it hard to think, it's a shame it has come to this.
I just can't seem to make up my mind but I guess that I've got plenty of time.
In this cold dark place of mine,
In this coffin, imprisoned inside, still contemplating my suicide.
When the worms move, I will think of you, do you still love me?