Death, Pleasure Me.
I screwed up bad
Was caught red handed.
Here I was on my knees
I begged them please,
All I wanted was a chance to clear the air.
A cigarette was lighted and handed to me,
As long as it burnt was as long as I could speak.
As it burnt shorter my heartbeat grew stronger,
I was drawing sweet death into me.
What happened next was as weird as it seems,
Before I could finish the fag
My heart gave away.
Their gun trigger didn't blow my brains,
Was it my lucky day ?
For nor the gun nor dishonesty,
My sweet pleasure took my Life away.