He is nothing

The sun goes down.

The gun kills liars.

It’s underground

Of his desires.

But he’s afraid

To lose his chance.

And his knife’s blade -

It will not change

Anything.

“Get out of here!” –

She said to him.

He was not able

To leave that fable.

He won’t ask help.

Her love is hell.

He’s lost his chance.

He hasn't changed

Anything.

Frankly speaking, he is nothing.

It is fate.

And his enemies are laughing

At his shape.

Frankly speaking, he is nothing.

It is fate.

Even his fellows are laughing

At his faith.

He is alone

In this cruel world.

And his soul moans.

He always falls.

One step, one shot.

He’s like a dead.

But he works hard

Not to get mad.

It’s too bad.

Frankly speaking, he has no reason

To have fun.

He feels like he’ll soon stop breathin'

And go down.

Frankly speaking, he is nothing.

And he hates,

When his relatives are laughing

At his fate.