Russian Roulette

by Matt   Sep 1, 2004


So here I am
Caught in another mess
Playing for my life once again
The air is heavy with sweat and blood
The smell of a freshly fired gun
Fills the air
Inside the chamber goes another bullet
He puts the gun to his head
And pulls the trigger…
Click.. Empty..
My turn…
I do the same
Click.. Empty…
We go on like this
Click.. Empty…
Click.. Empty…
Click.. Empty…
Shit
Five empty shots and now its my turn
I know this is my end
I put the gun close to my head and pull the trigger…
BANG!

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