A loaded gun sitting in front of me
We know one of us must die here tonight
Russian roulette, it's not a game you see
I pity our chances, can't flee, can't fight.
One bullet in the barrel, two players
We go once, twice, tree times and then again
In our luck we are not strong believers
Tears nearly falling but we must refrain.
She lifts it, points it at her head and prays
I hold her hand, my fate undecided
If only I'd know, I'd not waste my days
She pulls the trigger, and then BANG! She's dead.
Should I be rejoicing as I've survived
Or filled with grief as I watched as she died?
_,∙~* All But Faceless *~∙,_
I don't actually know what I'm talking about, but I thought it would be good subject matter.