There is child sitting in ruins of childhood,
it's dissolved by flames of self aggression.
the child reminds me of me,
it have my scars inflicted by this life.
Talk to me child, our existence is eradicated by despair.
We are backtracking in nihilism,
wearing black veil of futility over our pale faces.
our steps are silent and worthless,
they are soft like dream which crumbles under our being.
Help me child, I want to live.
I want to hug my disgusting life.
It remains silent. I can see tears in his eyes.
The child reminds me of me, it cries like I do.
The child is so alone and hopeless,
but there is nothing to do.