A bit info about this poem. If you haven't read Livin' la vida loca it might be a little, WHAT THE FUCK!
The little boy,
In the dungeon of my heart it lays,
Burning, consuming and it cries,
A part of me hates it and will fight,
Until it stops,
Once I didn't know what it was,
That one thing that lies deep beneath the surface,
Until the moment of confessions,
The thing that keeps me awake every night,
The thing that makes me weak,
The thing that's eating me,
It is the little boy,
The little boy once was me,
He's still scared and afraid,
He's still hiding for the bad evil man,
He's still crying for his mom,
Waiting for his childhood to return,
I tell him to shut up,
None of that will happen,
Nothing will return,
I put an end to it,
Little sheriff Sheldon is in tears,
He hates what we've become,
Little sheriff Sheldon is alone,
I'd left him there,
Locked in the dungeons of my heart,
Like me the little boy will never see the light,
Ever again,
In this poem Sands tries to shut his past out. ( again LLVL) and that's not working out much… The little boy in his heart pictures Sands, not only form his past but also a bit now. He's still that little boy and he'll never see the light again. Not just because he's blind but because his past won't leave him alone. And he keeps remembering.
I'll shut up,
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.