A Game Of Russian Roulette.A Poem by Miss Marie Riorden. <3
"Make it stop, make it end; 18 years pushed to the ledge." - Rise Against (Make It Stop)
Temptations, savored, a taste of death;
Life slipping further down, to your last breath.
Bang, bang; goes the deadly weapon,
On which your life depends.
Sink through skin, tear the flesh;
Against the temple a gun you did press.
Bullets, shiny and smooth, one by one
You load them into the gun.
Sweet melody singing to your screams,
Pulling out images only seen within your dreams.
Six loaded in, your finger is on the trigger;
Itching to pull it, ending your life, you figure.
A sequence you imagine, Russian Roulette;
One game you will never forget.
A twitch, a mistake; drowning in despair.
Now you finally realize, someone did care.
Puddled on the floor, I now do see;
An empty shell, a crimson lake, a girl who could never be free.
The weapon still gripped within your hand,
As slowly I watch life from your eyes, trickle like sand.
A surrendered white flag to this life you gave,
Another life, so treacherous, I couldn't save.
Leaning down, fingers connect, complete;
Acceptance that death is one thing you cannot cheat.
© 2012 Miss Marie Riorden. <3
Added on May 4, 2012
Last Updated on May 4, 2012
Miss Marie Riorden. <3
Chalk Zone, KY
AboutI'm going to address this right now. I do take Read Requests, but that DOES NOT mean you need to RR me everything you write. And I do not read stories unless it's of my own free-will. So do not RR the.. more..
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