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Russian Roulette

by Thomas Freese

By Thomas FPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Russian Roulette
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Russian Roulette

To the Lost Ones Dabbling within the Devils Playground....... Drugs and Sorcery are his Allies...... Nurturing an immensity of severe addictions.......Ingeniously.... This is how he wins his fights

Beware of Those who pass you a Gun...... For They ARE Truly NOT Your friends....... I mean How could you Trust Any One........ Who Trolls around Elusively MIRRORING the living dead

Now Imagine that The Drugs are the Bullets....... Then Picture The Six Shooter as The Abuse...... With a Bowl in a Chamber..... Blowing Smoke from the Barrel of USE

Either.... Alone.... or within a Circle....... Foolishly... Spinning that Chamber Around........ Firing off the Ammunition....... Exhaling Your Potential as Your LOSING Pounds per Round

SO THE NEXT TIME... You Decide to Take a Blast Directly Off of that Dope Pipe....... My Mother Played That Drug Riddled Life..... I could only Hope That Your Loved Ones.... Wouldn't have to Pay That All too Familiar Price

sad poetry

About the Creator

Thomas F

I was shot in the face at point blank range with a double barrel 12 gage during an strong arm robbery that quickly turned into an Attempted Murder. Although I'm missing my right eye and a bullet in my brain. I AM STILL ME & I AM STILL HERE

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