Romantic Russian RouletteToo scared to feel the warmthToo afraid to step into the sunBut I'm not content on hidingCowering in shadows ain't funTrapped between two choicesEither way the result is painDo I stay alone foreverOr risk making the same mistake again?How can I trust love againWhen it tore my heart to shreds?But how can I ignore itAnd leave my soul for dead?Is it time to move onOr is it better to never forget?It's a game I never wanted to playThis romantic Russian roulette...I feel for no otherBut perhaps that's just my pride?Maybe the thought of not being with youIs what I can't abide?Perhaps I could love anotherAnd make a fresh new start?Maybe there is roomFor another in my heartHow can I trust love againWhen it tore my heart to shreds?But how can I ignore itAnd leave my soul for dead?Is it time to move onOr is it better to never forget?It's a game I never wanted to playThis romantic Russian roulette...I have to make a choiceFor my own sakeBut I'm scare
why daddy?child abuse storywhy daddy, cant you see,that you are badly hurting me?ever since mummy died,i dont wanna be alive.you and mummy were happy togethereven in the rainy weather.but now shes gone in the sky.why did you change daddy, why?now when i get home todaydaddy said "lets play a game"i nodded, unawerei was in for a big scarewhen i saw him i feared for my life,as my once loving father pulled out a knife.he took one blow, a blow to my head.and as he does, i drop down dead...im now in the skywhy daddy why?did you kill mummy?or did i?
Russian RouletteI have the urge to kill todayI feel like dying todayI'm all alone nowNo one to stop me from testing fate nowPlaying with death, an adrenaline rushA game made for the almost insaneEmpty all the bullets except for oneI'm so easily amused and droolingLaughing as the cylinder spinsSmiling with the gun pointing at my headTears of joy and sickness escaping from my eyesThe sound of clicking irritates meMy skin itches with the fear surfacing from deep insideLa la la...click clickLa la la...click...BOOM!The game is overDeath has wonI've left behind a morbid picturePieces of my head scattered around the floorBlood stained carpetBlood running down the wallsIt's like a scene in a horror filmExcept for...this is real
+Russian-Roulette+She used to play Russian Roulette with her boyfriend and his fathers revolver. He always asked 'do you trust me not to put a bullet in?' to which she always replied, 'yes' with her fingers crossed. He'd bring the gun up to her forehead and squeeze the trigger; she always flinched. When it was her turn, her fingers always shook while she pushed the cold hard metal into his temple, her hands always a little clammy, timidly cocking it back, and pulling the trigger. He never looked afraid. After playing she would collapse into him, while he soothed her with his pretty words and strong arms. They made love while the gun lay on the floor, still, untouched, so cold. She laid still in his arms, feeling his heartbeat against her back, softly against her skin, his sleepy breath in time perfectly. She wiped away her dried salty tears and crept out of his embrace, slowly dragging on clothes, like armor, her protection against the world. He felt her leave, a small fragile butterfly fluttering from
Russian RouletteSix empty slots lay before me.Three bullets go in.First fear,Second greed,Third hate,Three remain empty.Spin the chamber,The revolver is ready.Which will breach my head,Destroy my heart,Crush my spirit,Annihilate my hope,Waste my time,With the barrel to my head,It utters a sharp click,Followed by an empty silence.Spin the chamber again.Wait for the moment,Wait for the chaos,Wait for the insanity.What will happenNobody knowsWhen guns goes "click".
Russian RouletteTap the bullet on my knee,Spin the chamber round and round.Put it in, another spin.Nows lets play a game.Him and me, you lets see,Whos the lucky one tonight.It's my turn, i'll go first.Pull the triger in my face, at my temple.i'm not dead, what a shame,now it's his turn to play the game.he pulls the triger at his temple,he's not dead, it's good for us,,We can still play are game.It's your turn now.Feeling lucky?Pull the triger, we'll make a bet.Russian Roulette is fun to play.Hold the gun to your temple,wink at him, smile at me,pull the triger, you won the bet.blood splatter across my face,walk away, it's just a game,Russian Roulette.
Snow Runs RedDisclaimer: I dont own Hetalia.Warning: Language, boy love, kissing, interchanging namesPairing: US x UKRating: TEngland: Youre a bloody fool for doing ANOTHER one. :/Me: The
Are you okay, Ryuu-chan?!Alfred sighed and wiped the sweat off of his forehead absently. Finally, he had finished cleaning his house. The blond American grinned, hoping that Arthur wouldnt complain about how immaculate he (Alfred) was. He put away his cleaning supplies just as the doorbell rang. Another grin broke out on Alfreds face as he closed the door to the cleaning closet and ran to the front door.HI ARTHUR! he shouted while giving the smaller nation a tight embrace. Arthur spluttered and blushed, but returned the embrace gently. After that, Alfred pulled his partner insid