Narrative
Chris
Jay
Trapped, In the back room solidified by black doom,
Yells and screams made the walls extract and crack through.
Awoken on soaked floors,
It was bloody red...He screamed til his throat's sore!
Locked in this dark box and for a second his heart stopped,
He won't have his loved ones die...At the door came a hard knock.
He couldn't breathe, There must be someway to leave,
He's fucked yo, His family is stuck though and had to follow the screams.
How did he get here? Probably drugged but fuck it he can't die,
Pounding on the steel door continued and he finally replied:
"Who are you? Let me out this dark room,
You're harmful and better know i'm armed dude."
"Man it's jay, We must've been drugged and carried away,
I'm covered in blood and where the fuck are mary and trae?"
The blackness blinded his vision, Where was the switch hidden?
He felt around...Just damp walls and spare jaws this shit's sickening.
"Man chris let me in, I heard you and jetted in,
Blood i coughed up i need my medicine!"
"I can't see shit and can't feel the switch,
And what medicine you don't even seem sick."
"Just hurry the fuck up chris,
Yo, My stomach's cut and stitched!"
"I got you just hold on."
He has to open the door, Was it jay's blood that's thrown on the floor?
The screams were growing some more, Becoming discouraged and just relied on hope some more.
He found something heavy and cold, Standing steady and bold.
Clenched a sawed-off and his valour was ready to go.
Still the door was shut jammed but he gave the handle a pull,
"I'm 'bout to dismantle this handle dude!"
"C'mon, Yank it as hard as you can."
"Aahh! I think my arm is cracked again."
The door slides open and good thing his arm isn't broken,
"I couldn't breathe in that cell i was fucking choking.
The two encountered a stretched corridor, Preparing for horror and gore,
Both walls were dressed with doors.
"What are we hostages for?!"
It was obvious where they were, One room straight at the end of the hall,
They headed towards it and jay was worried sick like he had no courage at all.
"Don't ever move in front of me,
You're too young and i got the weaponry."
Underneath the door a thickness of blood leaked,
After he cocked the gun everything went unseen.
Chris
Jay
Trapped, In the back room solidified by black doom,
Yells and screams made the walls extract and crack through.
Awoken on soaked floors,
It was bloody red...He screamed til his throat's sore!
Locked in this dark box and for a second his heart stopped,
He won't have his loved ones die...At the door came a hard knock.
He couldn't breathe, There must be someway to leave,
He's fucked yo, His family is stuck though and had to follow the screams.
How did he get here? Probably drugged but fuck it he can't die,
Pounding on the steel door continued and he finally replied:
"Who are you? Let me out this dark room,
You're harmful and better know i'm armed dude."
"Man it's jay, We must've been drugged and carried away,
I'm covered in blood and where the fuck are mary and trae?"
The blackness blinded his vision, Where was the switch hidden?
He felt around...Just damp walls and spare jaws this shit's sickening.
"Man chris let me in, I heard you and jetted in,
Blood i coughed up i need my medicine!"
"I can't see shit and can't feel the switch,
And what medicine you don't even seem sick."
"Just hurry the fuck up chris,
Yo, My stomach's cut and stitched!"
"I got you just hold on."
He has to open the door, Was it jay's blood that's thrown on the floor?
The screams were growing some more, Becoming discouraged and just relied on hope some more.
He found something heavy and cold, Standing steady and bold.
Clenched a sawed-off and his valour was ready to go.
Still the door was shut jammed but he gave the handle a pull,
"I'm 'bout to dismantle this handle dude!"
"C'mon, Yank it as hard as you can."
"Aahh! I think my arm is cracked again."
The door slides open and good thing his arm isn't broken,
"I couldn't breathe in that cell i was fucking choking.
The two encountered a stretched corridor, Preparing for horror and gore,
Both walls were dressed with doors.
"What are we hostages for?!"
It was obvious where they were, One room straight at the end of the hall,
They headed towards it and jay was worried sick like he had no courage at all.
"Don't ever move in front of me,
You're too young and i got the weaponry."
Underneath the door a thickness of blood leaked,
After he cocked the gun everything went unseen.