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Standing here
With a Sweaty Palm
Take a huge Breathe
Try to stay calm.

We gather in silence
Waiting for the click
Before I pull the trigger
I give the barrel a flick.

Pressed to my head
the revolver rests
My life on a thread
In View of my guests.

My Hand truly shaking
I try to count to three
What if I die?
What would they do with me?

With a small Whimper,
I close my eyes tight
Praying to God
I'll last another Night.

Pulling the trigger,
I hear a loud Bang
Amongst the silence
The Noise still hangs

Now on the ground
Seeing just black
I can't believe it
I want to go back.

Now in the dark
I continue to Dwell,
You'll never understand
Until you play yourself.