When you read my words
                   that form the tales I tell
can you feel the background
                   of a smoldering Hell ?
That takes over the Golden idea
                   rewritten thru death dreams
tragic lovers and an open road
                   secret ends with unheard screams

Then reality cracks the fragile phantasy's shell
                   the dark seeps in between each chapter
the pen is attracted to this poison
                   as it begins to silence the laughter
making love until midnight past
                   now an empty act of masterbation
skip ahead to the deeper pages
                    enter the darker chambers of my creation

the characters begin to break down
                    heading in seperate directions toward zero
each knowingly, but not expecting 
                    to face the Glorious End as a fallen hero
the darkness will disguise itself as sunshine
                    pulling you into it's unnatural heat
eventually burning away all enchantment
                    never knew playing God could be so sweet

And on that note - I never show mercy
                    to my own limits or theirs
stick it in- break it off
                    in the End we'll see who cares
cuz ya never know, man
                    when your last write is your last
make sure they know ya had fun
                     make sure they know it's a thing of the past . . .