Deranged Souls

A question raised always 

On how the deranged think

The way they speak, the way they think 

How might their memories link 

Their predispositions never understood 

Criminalised are their hiding hoods 

Listed black in the rule book 

Outcastes considered by the nook 

Insecurities stemming from the past 

Judgements thrown by the mass 

And their shining armour will be stolen 

And left with them what is broken 

Who are we? The perfected flowers 

Who are we? The armoured stars 

What we do? We dethrone the soul 

Why we do? Cause we own it all 

Hidden behind, caged in the dark 

Are all the things we never want to embark 

Dark is hidden within and within 

Provoked everyday to cave in

 

What we see? Broken lives 

What we do? Break their ties 

What we feel? Obliged 

Why we feel? We have achieved the heights 

No outcastes are made at the beginning 

It’s just the way one handles things 

And how we surround the lives we meet 

And how we ask them to crash and repeat 

Let us, never hurt so much 

Someone who’s on the brink of insanity 

Let us strive to commence a love 

That ignites their inner purity 

Let us stand with sanctity 

These cruel intentions should be stained 

Let us save a life everyday.