Mustard goes on the left

I've figured you out, Now I have to breed, yes, I have to breed underwater.
It's kinda of a magical way you've got, selling me my dreams and having me paying with my soul. Time and time again. Selling me my life at higher prices everytime.
And everytime I pay.
You've broken my will, you've poisoned me with your two-hundred-yard smile, and never gave me a clue as to how to reach your heart. No, it was really a psychological experiment you were conducting all along.
Me, the guinea-pig. Me, the celacanthus. Me, the oh-so-easy-going fella that made his life to make you happy. And happy you were. Until you were bored.
That's why I want to be evil. That's why I became a pirate, that's why I took off my right eyball and burned in the pyre I've made with your hair and my dreams. Now you've got to find another business. Oh, but you had already, dontcha?
And then, I disappeared into thin air, not to be found by your ilk ever again. I dwell with murder and I've got a Hell to raise.
A heart to mend.
An eye-patch.
And about forty-years of sea-scrounging.
I've got all the crackers I'll ever need.
You? You've got yourself to blame.