Russian Roulette (An Original Poem)

Russian Roulette

Your kiss on my lips
Is poison in my veins
You tell me to live
Then strip me of the reins

I look down the dark barrel
A game of Russian Roulette
I pry you'll pull the trigger
Anything to help me forget.

Your words, like a knife
They cut me through the heart.
Your voice, like a dagger,
Your tone a screaming dart.

You know what you are doing
I know you can see.
I hate this life I am living
My God, let me be free

I am simply a delicate blossom
And I wither under your touch
But I have a problem-
I can't get enough.

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