Innocence

He was a little child Who loved chocolates His dreams were To be among the 'greats' He loved his mom And other family members His birthday was just celebrated With the family he remembers Went to his school happily To learn Life's lessons And be good in turn But such was goodness Who would know His dark chocolate love Would bury his life In a brutal snow. A bus conductor Who had on him Dark deep eyes all day Just like an eagle Who waits for his prey. He was 'chocolate' uncle To this lil one So that day He had some dark fun Called him to the washroom Tempting him To his love chocolates Smiling he went Unknown that His life would be In a shambles Out came the knife Then you know Severed was his throat Left we're his eyeballs Horrifyingly slow Before this Did he see Some Dark fun If the uncle As he played With his childhood And right through his pants. But know Won't be seen His happy face Brimming with joy And dream's play Oh society Do you grow So grey With neglect With dirty minds? This is what I see And wish to so For we don't know This li'l soul Would be born again Or no....