ColdBoy
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In the dark, discarded he lays
Beneath the gaze that turns so far away
In stature small, figuratively and true
They look down on him, a dismissive view
Fleeting sadness, anger awaits
The void of desire remains unsate
Torn asunder a husk remains
A final wrath, his souls disdain
Isla Vista where crowds lie
One last incels final cry
Engines scream, bullets fly
The fallen soldier sees no rise.
July 24, 1991-May 23, 2014
RIP
Elliot Rodger
Beneath the gaze that turns so far away
In stature small, figuratively and true
They look down on him, a dismissive view
Fleeting sadness, anger awaits
The void of desire remains unsate
Torn asunder a husk remains
A final wrath, his souls disdain
Isla Vista where crowds lie
One last incels final cry
Engines scream, bullets fly
The fallen soldier sees no rise.
July 24, 1991-May 23, 2014
RIP
Elliot Rodger





