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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


abruptly down he was dropped ,

river of blood rushing off


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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