There once was a boy.
He was well aware of who he was.
Sadistic –
Not sinful.
Sadistic in the sense of discovery.
He was damned.
Damned by those who loved him.
He acted out.
He held in.
In privacy he lived.
In public he died.
He hated him self.
He succeeded at life.
Life was simple.
Truth was complicated.
He lived –
He loved –
While dead.
Dead to himself.
Dead to truth.
