This is not a game.


Not just some whim of
-what ever the ******* feel like-


This is real.

Unreal.


Yet so real.


Is my trigger finger shaky?
Are these suicidal thoughts of the irregular kind?


It is not death I face...
...at least only inevitably.


How could one irrational decision hold so much weight?


Why is it even a decision when logic should be erased from the start?


This is not a game.
So why do I feel like a pawn?