Nobody knows, the ultimate
Agonizing suffering
Abyssal is a black hole
Maybe I should of been more precise
The desolated flames of the amass
Not so extraordinaire but rather awry; me
Hell, is eternal
I am a horsemen, I am the green man
I am not contagious, but still, never touch me
Turn me into, Zorro
The death of me is the death of double, and all
It hurts, the most, in all the ways, in the worst
My compadre, my compadre; little Leroy
Seraphim, whomever it may be, I need you
Calypso, the treacherer
The abstract story, is reality
I am “Leech,” and I exist
The abyssal and the treachery
The only, the ‘whimsical Morlocks’
Not so extraordinaire but rather awry; me
My utter and severe, agonizing pain and suffering
Like I was born underwater; I can’t breathe
The golden sands, I drown
Oh, Calypso, how can you exist
Ghost ship, Calypso
A black angel, and a pirate
Enlighten in the dark
Black whisper, white viper
A war-cry, your bo staff
Your one eye, a reckless but pure machine
All in, from the black to the white
We had a green and giant, rising dragon
There was you, the warrior, Calypso
We had a strong man, and there was me
A ‘mutant neutralizer’, and control over matter
A beautiful, thin-paper mutant, lost in two-dimensional
With control over multi-color within it’s genetics
Man, I wish I wasn’t sick anymore guys’
Who else… The creepy woman and hypnotizer
I’m trying to ask for help… With the music of, Zorro…