Angel of pain

I walked along a narrow path,
throught the cold wind, throught the dirty dust.
There I noticed a little boy was sitting on the road-side.
Cautiously I came near him,
his back was bleeding and he was surrounded by blood stained feathers.
The boy's face was full of dried tears,
but he was still crying.
Suddenly he looked at me with his sad and empty eyes.
What happened to you, little angel?,
What caused you so much sorrow?,
I asked with quiet voice.
Don't worry about me, human girl!, the boy coldly said,
Better open your eyes and face your own pain.
In this moment I felt an incredible painful stitch was piercing though my chest,
but I told myself that I wouldn't understand his words...