Alone in a dark room miles away from the moon, staring at this black book
Curiosity licks my face like it’s dinner time
The smell of old pages melt into my heart for a while
Black pages blended with white ink lasted for ages 
Thoughts screaming like hungry slaves in cages
Nothing calls my name like the black cover covered with dust
Gasping for air like it will never last
This book’s not just a book
But a “look at me” book
And look
And I will feed you what I cook
I am not a crook 
But a book of life 
I swear I am more than a book