dont be afraid he said

when he took his hand

slowly drove him mad when

he filled his hand with sand



no one knew

not even mother dear

she just cleaned her shelves and

her mind was struck with fear



several years went by but

nothing changed at all

once I thought I heard the boy cry

thought he took a fall but no



no one knew

what went on

until it was too late

he shot him



no one knew

anything about you



and in the end

everything seemed lost

he could not defend his right to live

all that he saw

was a dead man shot by him

not the pain he went through