Beautiful Disaster

Boy At The End Of The Table

He has murder
Written in his eyes
Slowly plotting
His demise
His soul is screaming
His heart wants to tell
What his body has hidden
So well
But people are foolish
And they will never understand
The abstract logic
His problems demand
And so he puts on
A goofy grin
To keep anyone
From getting in.

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