Russian Roulette

I've got a gun to my head

I've considered this many times

I have no body now

Not even my family

What if I played

Russian roulette

by my self?

What are the chances 

that someone will hear

the gunshot?

What if I pulled the trigger?

Would my brains splatter

against the wall?

Or would nothing happen?

I guess the odds are

stacked against me

Or maybe for me

My family would greet me

at the "gates,"

right?

Or maybe I'll go to Hell

for what I've done

All the horror I've made

All the pain I've caused

Just so everyone knows, I was quite upset the day I wrote this. I wasn't contemplating suicide. Not at that moment, anyway. I'd actually been listening to Death to Your Heart by Blood on the Dance Floor and felt the need to write a poem with the first line of the song. So, no, not suicide. Just music.