Bank robbery.
As fate contemplates,
My spirit reciprocates;
Swaying swiftly in circles,
Like ice skaters doing figure eight's.
At this rate I couldn't indicate,
what decisions to make.
Wether to bear this weight,
Or to catch a break.
I began to shake,
because my palms are sweaty
From holding this brand
new thirty eight;
Watch As I hold it steady
To the temple of this featherweight.
"See for heaven's sake,
You lucky I wouldn't send you up
with two bullets each eye";
That way you're wide awake
When your sprit trancends.
Just you wait,
It'll rise like dead fish
in Great Lake filled with your tears.
Because it grinds my gears,
When the this person's fear
Pierces my ears.
Agony screams,
as I beat the dreams
from their brain seams.
The hilt of my gun gleams,
Because of the dripping.
Satin red streaks
so there's no cripping.
Only demands shouted
to the power of ten.
Who's alongside me to follow?
My brethren or better kin.
"NOW PUT THE MONEY IN THE BAG!!"
QUICK!!
HURRY UP!!
I WONT REPEAT MYSELF ONCE AGAIN!!"
The terror in her face gave me a slight grin.
I grabbed her shirt
Brought her in closer.
I pushed up the barrel,
right under her chin.
Tears streamed down her face,
Her makeup smeared.
Her life abduction,
should be the only thing she feared.
Though my lackey stands clear,
about 10 feet away.
Then he aimed down his sights at me,
as if he was gonna spray.
My thoughts,
now in a disarray;
He shouts,
"LET HER STAY!!
THERES NO TIME TO PLAY!!"
Simultaneously,
hearing sirens coming this way.
The screeching tires echoed
About a block away.
But we parked about a block
to be safe.
So out the back,
through the alleys,
We ran with 6 duffles filled to the brim.
Collectively,
3 guys,
So 2 bags belonged to him.
50 meters away from the van,
We're running as fast as we can.
The sirens off in the distance ceased,
Everything is going according to plan.
We arrive,
Slide the van door open,
Then my lackeys nose Is broken.
As he falls to the floor a man,
Gets out the van.
Someone gets shot in the face.
Blood and brain batter
Exploded all over the place.
Queasiness strikes my intestine,
And my heart,
fear infested.
My inner thoughts race,
As I think about the van being contested.
Fear dissipates,
Rage congregates,
Then I let off a few rounds from the .38.
The man drops,
Then tires screech.
It seems the police have reached.
The intercom bellows,
"FREEZE! HANDS IN THE AIR!"
I looked down an noticed three bags gone.
Life is so unfair.
Storytelling
