Misfit Magi

Scrap-metal heart, I have

Twisted cobwebs in my mind,

Gnarled branches for limbs,

Opaque eyes, never blind.

Forlorn from birth, I have

Candles lit in my soul,

Foreign matter decaying,

Silent tongue, less control.

I am not wise,

Only a fool would say so,

I wear a disguise

And go with the flow.

Chiseled from granite

Is the length of my time,

Strangled memories cry

For days of imagined crime.

Heat rising, feel the flame,

Almost lifting me up to the sky,

Only God knows who to blame,

Only man tries to wonder why.

I am not wise,

Only a fool would say so,

We wear our disguise

And put on our show.