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