5 minutes 30 years later

There he lye upon the window pain 

time and time again staring into space lost in all his shame No one knows the trouble this child sees, for he keeps himself to himself It's no act, this is no tease He feels alone in his own home mums no where to be seen              Shes off out getting pissed again He tries to hold in the pain but how can he, he cannot his molestation is burned on the brain With that the door swings open and a man with eyes like coal walks in now this innocent child has to relive this hell  again and again and again When it's over the child goes to the kitchen to get a knife With the flick of the wrist 

5 minutes 30 years later he takes his own life  

Jolly little number you there!