Emo-Desire

I see your bookcase has brought you to your knees Because there was too much beauty on its shelves The dust settled on the sleeves is the book's disease Trying to hide the story it has to tell It has grown thicker with every passing year Shipwrecked words are now beginning to sink Beneath a sea of silt silent suffering Now you finally catch a glimpse of the link Just because the book has remained unused It does not mean its beauty will diminish Just because you’ve been hiding in the shadow It does not mean that your story has finished You will crawl from the shadows to your feet Like you’re slowly evolving to upright man Homo e