With eyes blood shot,
His mind circles with thoughts.

Who? What? Where? When?
Something has done him wrong.

So he wallows in the shadows,
Despising life.

Hoping that something will make a change,
Not him but for him.

As the days grow long he tries to defeat the things in his path
Everything, Everyone.

All strangers through those red eyes
This man has lost all empathy

He thinks;

Who has wronged me
What has harmed me
Where are the enemies
When will my time come.

Reality he cannot see strikes,
A bolt of lightening he is blinded by,
he does not see its passing.

Who has been in a position like me
What has harmed others
Where are souls like mine
When will peace come to earth.

His eyes beckon the energy of a sociopath.
Another lost soul, a libertine.