Torn and tattered between the pages it lies and beckons for
me to see the worst meant for others eyes
old and wilted are the leaves and petals now i dont
really want to read but it forces me somehow dry and
brittle it breaks apart in my hand as i take it from
the page and obey it on command
fresh and dewey as i see it through my tears seems to be a
symbol of my childhood fears crushed and broken as it
through my hand it crumbled it was an accident as in
my years i stumbled
dark and dreary were the words i just read upon that 
terrible page that wont leave my head.