Post dramatic stress
and a black silouette dress
in the burial hole
no attendance to the gates
to heaven
but only to the gates
of the cemetery
at seven the funeral cars
ride with lights on
dressed to depress
give the shivers
put the frights on
A bell tolls for this lost soul
lost control in suicide
it's up for you to decide
if you are worthy to be alive
so slit your wrists and squirm
with the maggots and the worms
or make a decision to stay here
breathing and not rotting
or bleeding your life away
get up and make a stand
to say fuck it, I'm still alive
and one day will come my time
when I finally will die
and the maggots shall feast
on my mutilated flesh
all that is left of me, yes
so I will make my decision to
live before I rot in pieces

This has some good meat. ( Not rotten. HEH HEH) It needs some work with the rythmn, but damn, boy, you have some worthwhile things to say. !! This idea is a keeper. You have some excellent word play, I especially like the ost dramatic stress. Nice. Very nice.

I like your attitude about suicide. I've thought about it in the past, but... it always seemed like such a chicken shit way out.

If suicide is the answer, you'd better rephrase the question.

OSH

Suicide is the answer to destroying the weak, and is something I've had my hands in several times in the past. Do you really want to die, or are you happy enough not to be worms meat? It is up for the sole individual to decide that for themselves.