Russian Roulette
I'm playing a game.
It's not very fun.
It's a game of chance.
A Russian Roulette.
A game to bet.
There is only two left.
The only alive.
The other two,
They died.
It's just me and him.
One gun.
One bullet.
And one survivor.
I hope it's me,
Though I don't want him to die.
He slides the gun across the table.
It's my turn.
I'm so terrified.
I pick it up,
Hold it tight.
Spin it.
I here the pop.
I open my eyes,
Surprised to be alive.
I look around,
I see the man,
He's on the ground.
I've won this game,
I've won this round.
The game of chance,
The game,
Russian Roulette...