Panic boy

There he sat
Clad in the classic Cure clothes
It was a wonder that the boy
So mysterious and thoughtful
Would be at a Panic concert.

He observed the scene
Not blinking an eye at the roars of the crowd
Questioning looks from the others around him
Held no value

As he shifted his black locks ruffled
The baby blues that were uncovered rivaled even old Franks
They seemed to pierce and sift through ones soul
He was out of the ordinary
Untouchable