• psychic_landscape 23w

    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.