Pages fill, pages tear
A hand crossing paper swiftly yet carefully
Words beought to life by a grasping hand
Yet torn apart by those ever-perfected fingers
Running, running, running until the heart bursts
Bones crack, muscles strain, sweat blinds
Clenching a jaw, rising up
Back on feet, soles thumping onto the ground
Fumes flowing into nostrils
Skin on hands unseeable
A blank void filled as time rushes bu
Curses as paint seeps unplanningly
Strings break, tears form
Running fingers over them until they bleed
The pleasure filling ears
Pain never of any hinderence
Words filling eyes
Wisdom creeping into the brain
Nothing but a book in the world
The knowledge brought like liquid gold
Obesession, it takes control
Obsession, a thing of beauty
Obesession, a thing of flaws
Obsession opening countless doors
