The overall picture is innocence 
Fear, hunger
In his tiny body 
Tears fill up the gaps in his craving eyes 

From the gray room you can smell murder,
The murder of an inner-child 
A child destroyed emotionally

His parents lost
Lost in drugs 
Their eyes sunk,
Flesh hanging from their faces 
Regret fills them once the effects has passed
But lately the effect doesn’t leave
Each time they are more consumed,
And the child more destroyed
As he screams for help in the loud silence 

In the distance hope is hidden,
Hidden behind the child’s emotions
His scummy knees can barley lift himself
To complete the picture