Friendly game night

First one trought We just watch Our eyes dart And we know Pass it on Second one Tries it out Wasn't lucky Now one less Five of us Start again Keep moving Keep pulling No crying No fighting We came here willingly Who is next? I didn't check Now it's in my hand Ready, aim, fire I'm still alive We look at the next one He was the last Just took a breath And took it Like a champ Four left The tension is strong We can smell it Or is it our friends Rotting? First one aim First one fall Three left You could ask What is our intention Do we seek thrill? Or just hate this shit? Whatever No matter Not anymore Not ever We loaded it again Three of us We watch it spin It finally stop And I'm ready to aim Nothing Next one He wasn't this lucky Two of us left We knew this will happen He picks up a napkin Cleans his forehead And gets ready Now it's just me All alone I load again...