Gate of Rope

In the mind of someone before suicide.

Gate of Rope

What do we see, through a gate of rope
Opening a path past this life, my only hope
Perhaps I'll poke my head through, get a quick glimpse
If you're reading this, I hope you get the hints.
Because if I see what I like, I'll jump on through
Nothing but hope that the other side holds true
My troubled soul knows no bounds and has no escape
It knows no love and was forced to embrace hate.
So string me up well behind the yellow tape
No matter to me, I have no eyes, no nose, no ears or taste
So what do I leave behind in this carcass of waste?