This is my twisting of the story of The Amory Wars. I don't own this story. I started with the third album because it's my favorite and it is the easiest to understand, in my opinion.
Keeping the Blade
We leave the world we've observed, to enter another, the mind of the writer. This story, the manifestation of his troubles, will now focus on him. The Writing Writer is a man, like so many others, who lost his soul and mind to love.
Always and Never
He's alone, in agony. In front of his eyes he sees her. What he could have had with her. Wonderful Erica Court, the woman who took his heart. His broken mind produces images of their children that will never be, majestic creatures with her blond hair and her blue eyes. Oh how he longs to be a father. A small home filled with children's laughter and joy would complete his life. He always wished to tuck beautiful daughters and sons into bed and kiss them goodnight. He would say to them, "Pray to God for no bad dreams," and they'd obey. They'd request him to stay the night cuddled in bed with them, but he'd say that God will take care of them. Then he'd crawl into bed with Erica to sleep soundly with his love. But his will never happen.
That stupid bitch thought him her toy. The cursed woman who loves to lie in the arms of multiple men bent him to her will. She said "I love you," but she lied. That's when the story appeared. What other way to kill the ones you hate but through words? But the story consumed him to a point where he couldn't stop writing. All he knew now was the story. Man, he really needed to shoot up.
After injecting the heroin, his mind relaxed. When he was diagnosed at eighteen, the doctor warned him against street drugs. Schizophrenia does not mix well with "self medication", but it calmed him. The Writer, if only for a few minutes, didn't have the urge to write this story. He relaxed in his bed until the cure wore off and he had another vision.