Russian Roulette - Poem by MyLittle Secret
I stumble on the shattered ground-
And trip on the broken ledge.
I cry at the sweetest sound.
And break my promised pledge.
I fall into a vacant room-
A room of broken lies.
And stare out of the window
And look for all who cries.
I watch in a wreck of a state-
That I merely was one.
One who broke the deepest promise.
And the one who's holding the gun.
I twirl around until I feel stale.
And spin the barrel around.
I pull the trigger to the death-eater.
And it falls to the ground.
I leave this room
And stride away from this-
And go to a place where love is true
I turned from this sweet abyss.
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