Pleasure of Death

If only thoughts, I knew
that once were happy, only thoughts I knew.

Now thoughts of death, race through my head,
beads of pleasure in my vanes,
and Bead of blood, what a pleasure
it really would be,
to really be dead.

No pain, all happy, no worry at all,
only pleasure,
no torture each and everyday.
no pain spreading thorough my vanes,
If only thoughts I knew of happiness,
now thoughts of death
race through my head.
To be dead,
to really be dead.... wow must be a pleasure.