The Tale Of Flat Two

~True story of a boy living in a flat nearby... =[~
*RIP Andrew... little star*

I tell this story
Of the little boy
Tried so hard, didn't get far
The tale of flat two

He was 9 years old
Small and skinny, yet kind
Not a bad word to his name
Picture of innocence

His mum fumed in flames
Tobacco hair and cocaine eyes
Vodka flows through her veins
She finds this comforts the pain

The boy reached 10 of age
The older he became
The more he done everything
Cook, clean, shop and cared for everyone

At night, you heard him cry
"Please Mummy, Don't!"
He must wonder why...
He's such a perfect child

But as he grew older
He became more bruised
More beaten... more scruffy
Everyone knew, but did nothing

And the last day I saw him
He walked into the block
Face pale, bag of bones
The last sun he will ever see

On that night, silence broken
More screams of horror from his mouth
We heard a bang, silence fell
I think we knew he's seen the light

Police at dawn, house a crime scene
Mother on the floor along with son
And his dead lips bear a smile
Free from her, and into Heaven

I hope he's happy now
In a safer place than on Earth
Poor boy coulda got so far...but,
That's the tale of flat 2