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Its about that dangerous game , which people play just to get kicks !


Submitted:Aug 2, 2010    Reads: 47    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Russian Roulette

weariness hovering all around

and i am one hundered percent browned-off

~

then a supposed friend arrived,

blabbering about adrenaline outgush

~

brain was earnestly advised,

to relinquish this imprudence

~

then the weapon of death touched my mind,

and i was reminded to say final goodbye

~

atfirst humorous it seemed ,

but his notification left me paralyzed

~

i was helpless and indeed abandoned,

loyal & devoted to my covenant

~

take a breath , take it deep

calm yourself he says to me

~

eventually trigger was pressed

resulting in the revolving of cylinder

~

the probabilty reached one-sixth ,

and thank Lord I was saved

~

but now came turn,

of my friend , my comrade

~

i was coping up with my own distress,

until i heard a loud THUD

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abruptly down he was dropped ,

river of blood rushing off

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he did not bid me farwell ,

did not even gave chance to apologize

~

he sacrificed himself ,

for this heinous sickness

~

he left my world , my universe,

affirming the fact of his foolishness

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