I'm terrified of dying
But yet I still play Russian Roulette
Every click of the barrel
Every drop of sweat on my brow
Draws me closer to this sick obsession
My heart races with my finger on the trigger
I pass the gun around
I've watched so many people fall
It doesn't even phase me now
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Keeping My Day Job
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems I have written. Some of it is dark and demented. Others are about him and his crocked smile. And some are just dunking nights I don't remember and wadded up napkins scribbled on with words I can barely make out, I find...
