Russian Roulette: A Game of Chance

I stare
He returns the glare
His eyes are focused
His lips are clear
One must live
While the other disappears

Life is short
but this is shorter
Time stops
My life flashes nonstop
He spends
as i watch

Its too late to cheerish this moment
Before i know it
It stops
the gun has choosen
Its next victim

This game
has no winner
one dies
while the other survives
but maybe not for long

He would play again
with a different partner
He might even lose
And pay the price
With his life
Think about that, next time you play

We have settled the argument
no more disagreement
We know who must
Pay the price
The gun has choosen
And it picked . . .

CA-POW . . . me.