Rob·ber·y

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