I have no sense of smell
Since I crawled back from hell
I don’t know who I was
What I was
When, where, or why
All that I know is
There was a hot crimson red sky
A bouquet of blood roses
A glowing scarlet sea
And I was anything
Anything but free
Chained and locked in torment
For plenty a century

I was trapped in the well
Trapped in the well
It was a certain living hell
And boy do I have a tale to tell
After three thousand torturous long years
I finally decided “well, fuck it”
I started digging out a tunnel
Aimed right up through
The dark obsidian ceiling
With my bare knuckled fists
I punched until my wrists
Were broken and maimed
But I would not stop
Until my victory was claimed

As I got closer and closer
It became evermore lit
And eventually I emerged
Emerged out from the pit
It might have taken
Another three thousand years
But after showing so much resolve
I felt nobody could match my grit
Now my physique is chiseled
My body tight and fit
My brain is old and wise
My mind full of wit

I’ve gained some sanity
Sinced I lost my vanity
I left it in the dust
Now cold and covered in rust
It’s like my outer core
Is now wrapped in a crust
Unexposed to external powers
An impenetrable fort
But without a liquid core
I’ve got no radiation repellent
No magnetic field
Lacking a shield to wield
To counter my foes
And protect my bros

Perfection
Vanity
Correction
Insanity
Do you see the connection
I’ve got an errection
I lust
It’s true
I lust
For you
To rue the day
You banished me
Out of the blue
Into the red
Might as well been dead
I lost all my cred
Ability; none
Useless
A bum