Pages.

Life is a book, you say? You turn the pages Searching for the perfect end I do the same Hoping to begin again

We're on the same page, yes We might be in the same book But my lines are love Yours are regrets

On this table, lay the book Papers sheathed in skin Bound by flesh and bone Written in blood, dry and sore Turn the pages, Stain your soul Within these Lie the stories of gore Enter the world, Dare to explore. People are like books Yet they remain closed And expect to be read We neither …

Burning bridges

From the edge it burns Every paper, taking turns All the ink on the paper, dark Gone to the flames Yes, that's my arc Raging smokes block my sight I'm getting rid of this tonight Ashes here, ashes there Is anyone there? Does anybody care? Consumed by fire, You perished, my dear; Here's to a …