Deranged

Deranged

He stands against the columns

Thinking that society owes him his life

His life, the lie which he continues to spew

His life... no longer the righteous

No longer able to complete thought

Or tell truths

Or recognize truths to be told

Deranged like a starving animal

Waiting for its next meal

Waiting for the help of angels who will never

Deranged, yet quick in his actions

Deranged?

Poor souls walking into the night and blue

Deranged for reasons unknown

People, family, friends who no longer care

Driven away like the smallest shell upon the shore

Tides flowing away from the safety of land

Deranged...

Waiting for his next meal...