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…