Sunday, March 27, 2011

I Left That Book Unfinished

I read the part of this book,
and saw the pain in its stories
All the things blew apart,
leaving the author in worries

Every pages seems to be cursed,
and dead words filled the air
The pen stroked blood on paper,
the chills came when I saw the pair

I threw the book into the open,
leaving no comments about it
I let it burn on it's guilt,
left alone in the bottomless pit

No words can describe the contents,
all happiness and glory ended
I left that book unfinished,
Before this mind goes stranded

 

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