I soldered my hands

Onto the motherboard of my face,

Like this might drive away the charges.

Tell me, does this mask make me a hero

Or a criminal? Does this skin

Burn like a searing poker

Into my bruised and yellow potential?

These metal heartstrings

Rust and thicken,

Then flake like dust from bone,

Orange as the sun,

and bright as fungus,

Until my lungs are sick with heaving.

I hid behind iron to save my breathing,

for I could not bear to be seen.

Choke, and I'm on a pedestal,

Asphyxiating while my eyes turn to glass

And theirs circle me.

Well, your lights are blinding,

And I am not here,

But from there.

That damn electrician must've made a mistake

'Cause I can't quite switch off but I can't stay awake;

My capacitor's blown — current never runs smooth —

And this circuit has failed at the peak of my youth.

I've tried to rewire the shit in my head,

But the code's running wild and the programmer's dead.

My ampacity's always been higher than most,

But at currents like these, think my fuse might just blow —

My heart won't beat

In the rhythm of yours.

You are good; I am all that's below.

I will be clever — the numbers won't lie.

You will say it's because of the yellow.

I lie in cold sheets

Of steel, and screw my heels

Into the ground you spit on.

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[draft - might be a bit obscure, idk if this makes sense.]