Russian Roulette in the Land of Sinners

Life on the edge of sin is like a game of Russian Roulette with all chambers loaded.

Don't look at me 
I can barely breathe 
Am I awake 
In this world so fake 
Can no one hear me 
As I'm screaming 
Is anyone even listening 

I'm so confused 
Is this all a ruse 
A world so full of sin 
Up to the brim 
But no one seems to notice 
Are they out of focus 
Or has everyone's sense of morality been broken 

Games of chance 
All happenstance 
Russian roulette
With all cylinders set 
There all no winners
In this land of sinners 
As all their dreams of pleasure falls to cinders

Ashes to dust 
No one to trust 
Too many lies 
All down turned eyes 
Forgive them Father 
They're sheep to the slaughter 
And their blind march won't lead them any farther

Reviews

[Lyan]

It's sad but reality unfortunately:/well written,good job.

[Ty]

A sad truth spoken through this piece. This has a lot of feeling. I know the pain of feeling unheard in a world where so much is going in the opposite direction it should. Great job expressing this.

[Josh Anderson]

Sad reality often makes for the greatest poetry, I'm glad you both felt the same connection I did:)