&& 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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