Russian Roulette

Almost empty no trace,
no place.
It lies there,
without any care.
Hovering in the air,
held with shaky hands.
One click hope it doesn't land,
hoping I can still stand.
This isn't a game,
he's trying to aim.
This gun can't be tamed.
Empty damn, what a shame--
it's my turn now.
In the midst of a crowd,
time to make these strangers proud.
Pull down the trigger.
I never saw myself as a killer.

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