1_21Guns
January 12th, 2011, 02:56 PM
I've turned these pages so many times before,
Scratched each page, inked it to pieces,
Shut the book and threw it all away.
Daring to peek again to find everything has gone,
Nothing but creases, imperfections and stains remain.
Fighting to turn the pages,
Each getting harder and harder.
A book outweighed, only slams itself shut when rushed.
A tatty, torn scripture containing the things nobody would dare to imagine.
Carried around like a weight, each page pulling you down that little bit more.
I just wanna burn the God damn book.
Scratched each page, inked it to pieces,
Shut the book and threw it all away.
Daring to peek again to find everything has gone,
Nothing but creases, imperfections and stains remain.
Fighting to turn the pages,
Each getting harder and harder.
A book outweighed, only slams itself shut when rushed.
A tatty, torn scripture containing the things nobody would dare to imagine.
Carried around like a weight, each page pulling you down that little bit more.
I just wanna burn the God damn book.