unhealthy

He could hear the crying from his bed.
The thumps the bumps the terrible grunts.
His heart thudded and his only wish is to be dead.
He scurried and hurried from his little bed.

The boy crept and crawled to the thumps and bumps.
He saw the monster making the thumps.
He saw the women shedding her tears.
He ran to the cabinet.
Took out the metal disperser of fears.

He walked to the monster.
And in a small voice said.
Stop it or hurt.
Stop it or dead.

It came fast.
To kill the little boy knew.
He pulled the trigger.
An soon blood did spew.

The boy did wish to have stayed in bed.
There were no sounds to be heard..
Good-bye daddy.
The little boy said.