…you can see beyond my resin
and into the core of my metal
where it gleams, you will see how my blue turns into purple for you without a drop of blood, you will notice the whites all around my soul spreading like a cumolous cloud underneath the blackness of your love to reveal the purpose of your comic, you will start to believe in your own miracle and finally realize that I’m the bearer of your sorrows and the keeper of your joys, if only…