The Misfit

The Misfit 

The sands of time pours in bits and random

Eclipse of the naturals and births of the odds 

Like the dawn of a leap year 

It's birth is rare

The Misfit 

The black sheep of the family 

The judas in every twelve 

The lucifer in a pack of angels 

Stands out like 'the one in a million 

Laughter of a crooked smile 

Movement of a funny walk 

Can't vanish like the stranger on a crowded street 

The odd always stick

The one left when the perfects are chosen 

The unnoticed reject 

The misfit 

The one whose ways are never understood 

The nerd on the back row 

The nun with a pregnant womb 

The rock on which a flower grow 

The bride with the ringless groom 

The misfit 

Questions the usuals 

Doubts the beliefs 

Counters the norms 

Thinks outside the box 

The misfit  

Gray shades clouds their paths 

Humans and their doubts 

Fear of the unknown 

Their odds at times bleeds their hearts blown 

The odds that bring change 

When bleeding hearts bleed to death 

Their kisses, it doesn't stay same 

Their kisses become the kiss of death 

Evil begat evil 

Iron sharpens iron 

The misfit 

Not the reflection of the environment 

But product of it's affection 

-The Vyrus