I saw him sitting
In the corner
Hugging shotgun – friend with a soul
Of a killer.
Does he realize the cruelty of his deed?
Warm tears, oh, they’re trying
Trying
To melt cold blood on the ground.
„Why did you shot your father?“
„He killed my butterfly“, boy said.
And he hung his head to the floor.
His anger will be drowned
In emptiness.
Soon.
Boy With A Shotgun
