We’re all suicidal
Our bodies
Our minds

Whatever demons conquer us first
Chemicals
Organs

Seems the most respectable way
To stop beating
Is a drive by
Shot to the head

****** is all that’s left
Each other

But only naturally
Your own bullet
Would be the way out

To die on your own will
They say is a sin

The situation
Turns you around
Reversibly
Dizzy with an unsuspecting victim’s sight

If you can’t put an end
To the beat of your heart
Decide when to pull the plug

The trigger

I guess, you’ll have to go
By some sort of ******