rough draft... basic idea/concept
With a gun in my hand i don’t recognise myself in the mirror
I look at myself through the hole cut out of the black mask i am wearing
I lost touch with who i truthfully am
The gun firmly in my hand a plan firmly in my mind
In the passenger seat of his car
The sweat of nervousness drips heavy from us two
With ambition in the air we both felt the tension grow
Feelings of stress multiply
As the thought of getting caught creates a sense of doubt
Giving a gentle kiss to the driver and my love
I count to three as i rush out of the car in a hurry
Outside of the store we ooze in
Glass is lying broken on the ground
Shards of glass embedded into our Porcelain skin
The sounds of gasps and screams of terror
I glance over at my partner in the mask giving me the signal to run
With money in the bag
With freedom in our veins
With screams in our ears
We break free out of the store
Soon after i run out
The sharp sound ran heavy through my ears
The bright colors of red and blue flashed before our eyes
Smelling the gas from our car as we speed up to get away
There was something beautiful about the deep fear in his eyes
As the tension grew thick
I look behind me swiftly to see the cops approaching quickly
With a scared expression spread wide across your face
Rolling the window down
And placing the gun to shoot outside the window at the cops
My ears went numb to the sounds
Fast motions
Fast actions
Heart beating faster
Is it all over?
Are you caught?
Was it worth it?
I glanced over with a smirk as we approach a hill
“NOW!”
The small car drove over the cliff
Lungs smash as the oxygen becomes thin
Death was our award
We are a broken generation
We live to die
A smashed car lies on the bottom of the hill
Two dead teens with smiles on their faces