Fully Automatic Russian Rulet

Pull the pen cocked back, wrist steady on the steel,

Ink sprayin', leakin' thoughts that my mind can't conceal.

Note pad gaspin', each word's a slug to the chest,

World in my sights, lettin' rhymes do the rest.

Spinnin’ chambers, roulette of the soul,

Unloadin’ verses, pay the devil his toll.

Line after line, watch the page turn to red,

These ain't dreams, just the screams of the dead.

Scheme-filled saga, my pen clicks proper

Fully auto barrel to my thoughts, I’m the author

Pages scream, inky rounds pierce the white space

Note pad gasping, words leave a bloodstained trace

Grimy trigger finger spray sins on demand

Pull back and let it loose, leave 'em glued where they stand

Reload the ink cartridge, let the truth expand

Stroking death’s canvas with a furious hand

Russian roulette with my ink, no blanks in the chamber

Every line a bullet, spitting truths like a banger

My note pad suffers, bleeds ink for the takers

Searching through the chaos, stories in the layers

Automatic clip, syllables hit like they hollow

Thoughts ricocheting, brain on tilt, hard to follow

Straight to the dome, lines cold as a winter swallow

Notebook confessions make the weak wanna wallow

Trigger-happy verses, let ‘em dance in the pale glow

Memories sprayed out, dark stains on the window

Reload, let the burdens flow, ink rains crescendo

Pressed paper screams, I’m the tormentor, the hero

Pages catch fire, burnt edges tell my scars

Every sentence a shrapnel blast, these are my memoirs

Ink-streaked rounds carve hieroglyphs into my bars

Bleeding truths align like celestial stars

Chopper pen screamin’, unloadin’ my creed,

Paper veins ruptured, let the whole world bleed.

Reload the ink, keep the drum on spray,

Every bar’s a bullet, keep the beasts at bay.

Magazine of metaphors, I’m lettin’ 'em burst,

Ejectin' all my thoughts, like my mind boutta curse.

Velocity of verbs, paper stained in war,

Each stanza's a clip, and I’m gunnin' for more.

Pulpy white battlefield, bodies marked in blue,

Lines drip like arteries, what else can I do?

My hand's like a trigger, can't stall when it pulls,

Fully auto language, this pad ain’t got rules.

Chopper pen screamin’, unloadin’ my creed,

Paper veins ruptured, let the whole world bleed.

Reload the ink, keep the drum on spray,

Every bar’s a bullet, keep the beasts at bay.