I don't exactly just think death
I think about the tangle
The roughness of the rope
Before the dangle
Its just so enticing
I can't help but flirt
Like I'm a starving kid
And death is my desert
But instead if giving in
I know its coming soon
So I'll enjoy taking my time
Slowly licking the spoon
Like a slow puff
On a fresh cigarette
I'll let death take me
Just not quite yet