Don't mind the lyrics

He was bullied, torn apart in pieces,

Preyed upon like filthy leaches.

Mocked and broken, his rage took its toll,

Unleashing a beast, devoid of control.

With blood on his hands,

He realised what he has done.

A vow was forged,

Never to use violence for fun.

But his dark urges became active,

So he chose to let in flow in paper and ink.

Killing, loving and hunting his characters,

A deadly but delicious drink.

For he is the king in his fantasy world,

Doing what he always wanted to do.

In paper he can't hurt anyone else but him,

Something he loves to do.