Russian Roulette

You’re raiment of my drunkenness,
Shoot me down with misguiding steps.
let my blood flow to your doorsteps
so I die, living in darkness.

You’re frail like kiss, you’re so harmless,
in death parts, which is your footsteps?
You’re raiment of my drunkenness,
Shoot me down with misguiding steps.

When you hold me, ease your caress,
use your purity and biceps.
Into my eye, walk with sidesteps
Say no more, say with no duress
‘You’re raiment of my drunkenness’

Ruddapoet