Innocence

He's so pure
that you can not willfully harm him
He can't handle the 10 o'clock news
or watch police series
they leave a mark on his innocence
But can not stain it
never can

The pain of the world is in his body
like he was being fed to the dogs alive
Empathy is a curse, not a talent
Imagination brings the pain close to him
and it doesn't wash of
But it's not dirt, more like smog
around him

Naivety is a wall he carries
with its strength he managed along

No, you can't spoil his purity
it's without a flaw
and because of that when it disappears
it will break with a rumble
and the hardness won't wait a moment
before it sucks him inside

It would be good to maintain your juvenile beliefs

Translated by Sith Fisto.