Tee Hee

The sky looks fake
A facade by a jester with no court and nary a king to bore
Searching desperately for someone to embrace the toxic grip
Oh, I'm sure he's watching, piercing stare to skewer and all
The already bloodied husk of another who thinks it' safe
To try and scale the clouds
He's wrong
And so is he
For setting a loaded canvas insted of the Holy Grail
And for shoving his arm through the portrait
Just.
So.
Eager.