Crinkle of the page and smell of the bindings
I turn waiting for the next part.
Feel the movement of every findings
Characters wither tearing at your heart.
Tears stain the black lines
As the people leave their mark.
They walk away following the signs
Wandering into the dark.
Scared alone with no one around
Why do they go near?
I read and feel them all bound
Then the end comes with fear.
A plot twist here and there
With a fearing sensation
I close the book with care
And I can't help but feel salvation.
