Cry Out

~
Who is it that you see?

Instead of seeing what I am for real

This twisted flesh and bone!

You’re a liar!

With every new excuse you try out

You only make me want to cry out

Would that I were

Made of stone!
~

I...was listening to the Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack and this particular song Made of Stone inspired me for reasons. 
I haven't drawn my character Fugue for a while, and as it were, he suffers though grief while trapped in a concentration camp to the point he wished he didn't exist. (His torn face is a result of being trapped there.) All thought of hope he once clung to has been trampled at this point.
Hope does return though...later in his life.
(but spoilers of course)

Fugue © EnjoliqueJ