I am the hollow click in your game of Russian Roulette
In the quietness of your solitary thoughts, I am the hollow click..
You have chosen to "play the game",
You have decided the timing is right,
You are ready to face the odds and take the chances,
You've convinced yourself the pay off is worth the danger..
You spin the cylinder,
SNAP it into place...
THE CHAMBER IS CHOSEN...
The intense feelings of the preparation,
The thrill of the adrenaline pumping through your veins,
Every movement intensified
Every touch so sensitive
The roar in your head is the sound of your breath as it quickens in the silence...
You place the revolver to you your head
Youfirmly pull the trigger...
CLICK
There it is, the hollow click.. once again...
You feel the "adrenaline high" leaving your body..
You were searching, hoping, aching for that
EXPLOSION,
You wanted to feel the bullet shatter your exterior and rip through you - taking away, with it's complete devesatation, all sanity
Now you sit there in your revelry..
and I am that hollow click..
I am the comfort of a familiar "friend" but you can not hide the disappointment, that you were hoping for the explosion...
Yet, I cannot be anything but what I am ..
Although, someday, to someone, I hope to be the chamber with the live round, and not another hollow click...
