Russian Roulette

i pledge my life to this revolver
and the chance it takes my last breath
for which i sit, gun in hand
one bullet in the six cylinder chamber

i pull the trigger
the soft click slams through the silence
as if thunder in the mist of desolation

a breath escapes my lungs and i inhale again
as if to find my bliss among the despair.

i pledge my life to this revolver
and the chance it takes my last breath
for wich i sit, gun on floor
one bullet in the six cylinder chamber