A/N: Alright, I forgot to mention this, but these should have been uploaded yesterday. It's just that I got really sick (to the point that I could barely move) so I was resting practically all day... But I should be fine now! I only get sick 1-3 times a year so I was due for another round with the flu/cold/fever/whatever the heck this is... This one is a hell-a lot more on topic than the last. It was also requested by Timcanpy (You said to do a book I like, but I wanted it to be easy for everyone to understand and not to have to read the book that I liked). Till next week (dead serious), I hope you enjoy this double update~!
Book of a Mad Man
Written in olden text,
With small tight withers
That drips down the pages.
Smelling of ink
No title,
No name
Belongs to the leather.
Thats bound by string
Wrinkled and crumpled,
Dropped in water
Burned and crisped.
Engulfed in flame
Torn pages,
Hiding secrets
Running ink,
That you dread
Scarlet print,
From your blood
And scratched out lines.
That are forever bad
Tied into knots,
A horrid bow
As pages are added.
Never ending show
Chapter after chapter,
Dribble and dabble
Page after page,
"Such a lucky fellow"
Line after line,
Squirming against time
Pen and Pencil.
Are combined
Scratch scratch,
Lead on paper
Drip drip.
Double the ink
Such a funny thing.
Thats added on each time
A never ending book,
Holding your story
Just like my life.
Pure irony
"Such a lucky fellow!"
You and I