Welcome to my magic show,
I'll show you a trick or two.
Most of the secrets I have,
Are written under my sleeves though.

I play all kinds of games,
And I like to play with death.
I'll do what others don't expect of me,
Playing with knives and Meth.

I like to be the one in control,
And show others what I can do.
Call me a rebel if you like,
Just be aware,
Half the stuff I say isn't true.

My job is to shwo you a good time,
Even if it means to decieve you.
I lie to your face,
Without leaving a trace,
Only a single strand of clues.

I pretend to inflict pain onto others,
But they really don't feel a thing.
The one who's really in danger though
Is my life,
Hanging by a string.

But right before the show begins,
I like to line up my tricks.
All in order,
From killing to lightened,
Like the cutting edges,
To the simple pricks.

Then I see,
The crowd line up,
All waiting to cross the street.
But some take a wrong route,
And go down the lane,
All the graves are hidden very discreet.

The lights flash on,
And burn my eyes;
I can't see through these curtain blinds.
Then I look down.
And I remeber when,
Everything was covered with shiny red lines.

The show starts to begin,
Everyone is laughing at me now.
I forget why I'm here,
And maybe even how.

I can't even cry,
Can't even feel.
I have no emotion left,
All numb from my magic tricks,
Keeping me behind these bars made of steel.

But by the finally,
I decided to add a little something;
A little twist.
To tie myself up,
Including my arms and wrists.

I open my eyes now,
And then realize that...
...This magic show had never happened.
It was just me and the bathroom mirror.
That face isn't mine though,
I'm just a single soul trapped...

...In Hudini's magic box,
Speared with my own daggars...

                               ...Goodnight.