• It's a sickening temptation to dwell on
    I've put that temptation to the test
    In my hand the weight was bitter sweet
    Promises of a swift, painless rest

    The surface is smooth to the touch
    The colour is a dingy, charcoal gray
    For something so small it's intimidating
    It sent my emotions into a fray

    Against my head I held that temptaion
    And tensed at the promise to come
    But I couldn't handle that promise
    So I put down the tiny hand-gun