Clay Johnny: Part 1

Friends called me Scissorhands,
and I thought it was cliché.
My hands were almost normal,
Eyes and carcass made of clay.

Family gave me no name,
but used to call me moonstruck.
They thought I was insane
and existence was vain
with such tough luck.


I named myself Johnny Eye
and found an imaginary friend.
We promised to be together 'till we die,
and our bodies turn to sand.

Her name was Michelle,
and she was a voyager from France.
She was a beautiful horse from a carousel,
and there was where she dwelt
and where we would ever dance.

(She would never let me fall...)