The nameless boy stands facing the entrance
A house of knowledge with laughing walls
The rain pours like homicide from his psyche
Wind blowing his tangled blond hair
Thin as a paper cut but housing a world of grief
The circus came and went in his head
All left is garbage piled to crimson-tinted eyes
Every word will be avenged, every taunt retorted
He opens the door and brings the gallows with him
Two .45s drawn before the young ones could repent
They were all guilty of being normal, sentenced to be statistics
Fireworks erupting in an ocean of oil and gasoline
Screams flying in the air mixing with blood
The schoolhouse was renovated to Potter's Field
Survivors clinging to their vital signs
Wondering what all the "harmless" teasing made
But the nameless boy will have the last laugh
Flashing a rare smile before turning the anguish on himself
Now the walls will weep until this generation passes
Mourning the loss of so many potential futures
Ended in an orgy of misanthropy,frustration, loneliness
Somewhere down the line all of this will be forgotten
And the nameless boy will return to another town
Shooting up his peers for another string of worthless insults
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