&& Twisted Beauty
As rain droplets race down the window
He sits there staring out wondering what it would be like to be water
He sits there in awe at something so natural
That he is beautiful
But I have to remind myself that he could kill me if he wanted
And I remember that he is a monster
But I realize that I am still breathing
That he has yet to end my life like I know he could
I find myself thinking that he is beautiful as he stares at he rain
Beautiful in a twisted way
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