93721, Kid Capo Posted by zoso, Mon Jul-13-15 10:12 PM
He stepped outside candid
One pop, he was on the ground
But he wasn't wearing red pajamas
No one grabbed him or held his hand
But someone held the camera
As his eyes took a final pan
All he saw were strangers and
Spectacles of the scene
Strived to live as a man
But dying as a child, a teen
We all return to these states
On any given day
Vulnerable, confused, scared
Wanting to be told we will be okay
The killers were cold
The street was colder
His body was next
As his eyes diluted wide
He was looking for a lullaby
To sing him to his rest
No one offered Capo a song
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