Deviants from society

Dreaming of the never bitter end
Sitting in the dark scared to move out into the light
Darkness an absolute that swallows the mind
For dark shadows have their likeness
And the night has its prey.

Standing alone forever silent in the night
With its awe,
Inspiring deviant minds to the depths of their darkest thought
Until they become a reality frightened by their own image cast upon the ground by the ominous moon
Overhead them like a dagger
Poised ready to strike
Falling to the ground
Dead wait under the strain of society
With the genius that the insane poses and the meek lament