RUSSIAN ROULETTE...

Right hand and finger on the trigger
Under pressure in this dark room so toxic
Sweat dripping down my naked back
Scared, afraid; terrified, mortified and petrified
Inside my head, a million reasons to live
And you can see my heart, beating…
Now only one reason to die

Run away my love, run away
Outside these walls is where you should be
Up in the air is where you should flee
Let go of my hand now 
Escape, I plea
This is not where you belong
There is no time left
Escape me
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