Outcast

(This is one of those random, spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. Can't really explain why I wrote what I wrote.)

He traverses the damned lonely streets
With his hood pulled low
Hands stained with his deeds
Deep in his pockets
He turns away from the light
For the truth blinds him
His gums bleed from the addiction
That none could save him from
The heart beats for an answer
Yet the head knows full well
The world stopped loving him
Long ago