It's not easy, to be the villain of every tale.
Take the violence with you, and spread it among the stars,
It's the purpose - and there is nothing beyond the pale,
There is nothing too disappointing if you don't fail,
There is nothing - and why keep trying to no avail
To remake what you've broken and burnt, to erase the scars?
It's the scars you deserve, it's the visage of broken rage
In the seconds before the fall into red and black.
Yours the heart of the beast, thrashing madly in your ribcage,
Yours the heart of the beauty, now weathered and dark with age,
Should you lay them to rest, should you quietly turn the page,
Put an end to the chapter and pray that no one reads back?