Midnight angle

A perfect smile painted on his perfect little face. people walk right on by with only whispers of that perfect boy. he walks tall and talks proud. but soon day will end and his perfect smile will fade as he walks home is the shadows. home once more he stand there wiping away a tear as he swings open the door. his mommy is gone, his daddy is out drunk. the baby crys in the back ground he walks is slowly and moves some bottles and pulls out a gun. he holds if close and walks into his room.as the night angle crys 'cause this is the night a kid will die