Pretty at first
a closer glimpse reveals torn pages
Like a jourrnal
you trusted with secrets
that bled them through
looking at the binding
spiraling letters that mesmorize you
Not knowing they spell out a curse
A curse to lose and be lost
Going through the pages it starts to affect you
The last one is the decision
Final words of the author decide you
Something will tear away in you
Hating the sourse that made you question your world
When all it did was be itself
But sometimes it calls out
And someone hears the pain from the curse
Opening the book once again
to find out what's under the words made from pain