Magic Show (Poem)

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.