Little lost one,
Your eyes are like ice
windows to a soul frozen by the world's injustice.
You were not always so cold.
Where is the sunshine I once knew?
Bold and blossoming, yet
Oh so delicate,
A frost has thoughtlessly ended your smiling.

Little lost one,
You make my heart bleed
with your frostbitten look,
Full of contempt for the light, for the warmth,
For yourself,
And you grow sharp thorns to keep me out,
cruel rapiers leave no room for hope.
You feed eagerly at your old rancid wounds
destroying yourself piecemeal,
Thriving on your own pain
The desire bloody and passionate
to end it and all else
that is you.

Little lost one,
Drink not from despair
That seductive and bitter chalice
Poisoning the soul, and spreading that darkness
Which would consume you.
The sun still shines for you,
but it cannot penetrate the fog
you so cleverly cloaked yourself in,
So cleverly that within its murky depths you have lost yourself...
Please, dear one, take my hand
I will help you find the path
To leave the shadow lands,
But you must choose to reach out,
and you flee if I come too close
cringing from my every gesture.
Sinking farther away from me,
So I may well be trapped in your darkness soon,
Because I fear it will be all that is left of you.
Listen to my anguished plea!
Do not give up so easily on all that you once were and still could be,
and please, dear little one, do not abandon me!