Russian RouletteA Poem by Cyanide Suicidea view on society...just an opinion. :]
I’m sittin’ on the ground,
The world is goin’ around,
And I think of all the hate
And I can’t stand the wait.
I wonder when it will end
And wonder who will win.
I guess this is what you get
When you play Russian roulette.
The stars are goin’ by
And I really want to cry,
But I know how it will seem
In this fucked-up dream.
I’m waitin’ for an end;
It’s just around the bend.
I guess this is what you get
When you play Russian roulette.
Give in; let it cease.
We all just want peace.
Give up on all the hate
And learn to appreciate.
© Harley//Bloodqueen//Rei//Cyanide
© 2008 Cyanide SuicideAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on June 19, 2008 AuthorCyanide SuicideBehind you o____O;;, LAAboutA broken heart makes for depressing poems, but it is a sure way to heal. That's how I choose to heal my wounds, mental, emotional, or physical. I'm 16, live in the South. If you have a problem with.. more..Writing
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