Six Shots In A BarrelA Poem by Miss Marie Riorden."Sittin' in this room playing Rushin' Roulette. Finger on the trigger to my dear..."She stands in this room Gun to her head Finger on the trigger Wishin' she was dead Six shots in a barrel All loaded in sync She couldn't miss now She doesn't even blink Precision is the key Shaking in her arms The gun is trembling now Brain setting off alarms She knows that it's stupid Suicidal at the least She falls to her knees She can't pray to the priest Now on the floor Knees scraped and burned Gun is lowering slowly The tide of depression turned Finger on the trigger She longs to be alone No longer important to them Hearing empty cheerful tones Pointing it to her chest Six bullets is all it takes She could fire them one by one None of them are blanks Fear takes over hope The gun back to her head She'd rather have it this way She'd rather be dead Six shots in a barrel All precise and deadly Emptied into her head None were blanks apparently Rushin' Roulette in this room Now it has been played The result of insanity The mind of the girl was frayed © 2011 Miss Marie Riorden.Author's Note
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6 Reviews Added on August 17, 2011 Last Updated on August 17, 2011 AuthorMiss Marie Riorden.Remember, KYAboutI'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..Writing
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