Russian RouletteA Poem by MachinaWriterA poem I wrote about anger and regret...
Footsteps-I hit the ground runnin'
Bang-bang- people are gunnin' But I hear nothin'- except A deep breath- gunblast - then there's nothin' left My heart sank, then my mind went blank When people start dyin'- I can't think Cuz thinkin' makes sense And there ain't no sense to make out of this Try for a moment to contemplate A young girl who finds her fate At the end of a bullet she cannot escape And though you try to help Its too late And for the rest of your life Its yourself you hate If you'd been faster- or quicker If you hadn't of left- and you'd stayed there with her If you'd saved the saint- and you killed the sinner But in this fucked up game there's never a winner The wheel keeps turnin' Fannin' the flame that still keeps burnin' Deep in our minds- but we're still not learnin' The truth The fact If we could only just see The wheel's Russian Roulette- not Jeopardy And when you play with bullets You play with fate And when you finally kill all the people you hate Worse than them is the monster you create And you realize Lookin' in the reflection At your hollow eyes You're the monster It's yourself you despise You killed the girl with all your hollow lies © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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Added on September 11, 2012Last Updated on September 11, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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