Facing A Bullet

I look through my lenses

Adjust them so they're better

Turn colour into shade

Sometimes it's better that way

It's focused to not

A hit of a button

It's done 

To develop such a pretty picture 

A dark room, some red light 

Let it sit, till it shows through 

Let it hang to dry

Take it down when it's ready 

Pictures may not be always to their standard

Everyone's opinion is different

But in this Picture there's a hole of a gun

Pointing at the camera

I remembered the strangers word

It was all too familiar

Russian roulette is a pricey game 

Take the shot or dye trying

I must of lived to have this picture

Does that mean the strangers not

I don't remember

I know I woke up in pain

A nightmare I never wanted

And in all truth 

I had to close my eyes 

I couldn't stand to look at the pain and fear she suffered

It was the only chance I had 

I'm sorry....Goodnight