I've found that
I don't seem to mind
This book I'm trapped in
Anymore.

Each turn of the page
May be out of my control.

New chapters often
Surprise me.

But I choose the way
The reader
Feels
Me.

And the end of the story
Welcomes me.

Don't want to
Be loved
Just want to
Make love

Death
Doesn't seem
So bad
When you're
Killing me
With those
Eyes

Is
Anything
About
Me
Anymore?