Disclaimer: I don't own Willy's Wonderland. I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song.

(Requested by qwertuno. Poem from When Willy became alive. From his POV.)

(DarkenedEclipse739 how's this poem? Is it good?)

(Hope you enjoy.)

For so long I've been depraved.

A person who no one's dared to have saved.

All the people judge what they see,

Even if I'm kind to the family.

Society's expectations Weight me down.

The results making me want to drown.

Only on certain occasions can I indulge,

The hobbies that have formed at large.

When I told my friends the plan,

They'd said we'd stick with me anyway we can.

I've killed, maimed, torture, slaughtered,

The people's screams still being remembered.

And after I put in the suit, it felt so right.

Like a vigilante active at night.

I'm free to pursue my dreams.

Free in the land of endless means.

Willy weasel's now my name.

And killing's permanently my fun game.