No Honor Among Criminals (Experimental minimalist poetry)

No Honor Among Criminals
© Andre Michael Pietroschek, all rights reserved
Disclaimer: No warranties! 
***
[Admission 1]
Oh, before death ends all your delights, I won't judge you, your days or your nights.
Still, my time has come! I'll tell you goodbye, and slowly close the door.
As I enjoy having won so much more!

[Chorus]
I'm not your brother, you're not my lover: We're just two scoundrels waving goodbye!
No chance to avenge, no need for regret: I know your dark aspects and you know mine.
And, while you're dying, I'll upload videos to the cloud. So, loser, won't you finally die?

[Admission 2]
Oh, well: I'll tell a story to you, the only difference is this one is true:
My time has come! Glee for a lifetime, and yes, breathe your last words.
Let there be no darkness in your heart, except my bullet that tore it apart.

[Chorus]
I'm not your brother, you're not my lover: We're just two criminals in my bloody goodbye.
No chance to avenge, no need for regret. I was faster, for else I'd be already dead!
And, while you're still bleeding out, I'll try to play it fair; I slew you in your secret lair.

***