Hunted

It's been a month since I've

  come around,

and it's been a month since I 

  went and found

that I have a hard time believing in humanity.

Humanity-

Humanity-

Help me find the new man in me.

Humanity-

Humanity-

Coping with this insanity.

A gun glistens, a trigger released,

and a dead little boy who will never know peace.

A heathen named Nick decided to slay

a kid in the desert, just to play.

He will never again call my name,

and I'll never find myself running when beckoned,

because a pathetic monster killed my friend

back on June the twenty-second.