it took me a while to notice his flaws
but after, i never forgot
the indistinct way he kept his true jaws
in a glass, long destined to rot.
through torture and pain, he told me, be true
and never to forfeit my name
and after long years with the maniacal crew
my skin tone was still the same.
i never took off to the lands he foresaw
i never got out of my shell
but one day i’ll learn that the pictures i draw
are reality, born out of hell.