#russianroulette
Steel whispers softly
into the ears of the wooden table.
Only fate hears words spoken,
while the audience impatiently waits.
Breath held, pulse high.
Steel and wood spin
in their dangerous dance.
I dare not blink,
afraid I might miss.
My heart pounds louder with each rotation,
every time the barrel
bares its teeth at my fearful gaze.
Shadows of spinning steel seem to slow.
Click.
Warmth pools beneath my arms.
A sea of glistening red paint
spills across an untouched canvas.
A roulette wheel,
I had bet my soul on red.
It seems I have won.
I scream at God, demanding why.
Tears roll down my face,
as I shake my fist at he who sits high above.
He who had promised protection.
He who had sworn unconditional love.
Why force this game upon me,
and why make me win?
Silence answers.
The room stays still,
the echo of the freshly fired bullet
fading into the wooden table.
I look around and finally see,
there was no one else in the room all along.
I chose to play the game.
I had been the one to load the gun.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC
I look forward.
the light
in your eyes
IT GLIMMERS
blinding
begging
but i give into the CACOPHONY
the DISCORDANT TONES
“your
turn”
Click.
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BANG
what have
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
‘Ive been thinking.
about the past.
our past.
all of the memories
so
many
memories
oh how i miss what i left behind
what
we
left behind
that’s enough
I can’t take it anymore
if youre going to
TORTURE
me like this
im going to take the chance’
I spin the wheel.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
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Click.
I was lucky.
Maybe it’ll work next time.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
i sometimes ponder the big BANG.
i ponder what’dve happened if X and i had never met.
Mourns
over past,
that is what my
click
droning
click
mundane
click
Life
has been.
one word.
sorry
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
They eye me up and down as my legs shake hastily due to nerves.
I hope not to be landed upon, and I cross my fingers and toes.
They spin the bottle and it seems to be revolving for hours.
Time gets slower by the second.
Then it stops.
It lands on me.
My breathing quickens and my whole body begins to tremble, sweat pouring from every eligible place that it can.
They pick up the killer and hold it to my head.
My pupils grow large and I pray to god that I die peacefully.
Bang.
But I am not dead. I am free.
Russian roulette killed me.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
Alone in a dark room
The walls painted black
No doors, no windows, just a revolver in hand
Oh god, it’s all in my head
Time to play
A little Russian Roulette
Barrel to temple
A pull of the trigger
Nothing. Better luck next time!
Time to try again
Dull click
How cruel this game is
Once again, pull the trigger
Am I still alive?
Why? Oh why, isn’t it my time?
Begging, praying I try again
BANG
My prayers have been answered
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC