Ashes to Ashes

As I lose focus, I see a beautiful woman in the page.  Mixed, with the words and phrases of age.  Sitting there, Her black and white print staring back at me.  Hoping, she'll wrap me in gentle sorrow.  The closer she gets, the more the ink bleeds into the page, and the more I yearn for the brush of paper on skin.  But touching Hurts too much, and each line just becomes a part of me I wish to forget.  I can't.  These lyrics have already filled me from within.  Swimming through my veins and crawling through my heart.  There, she finds her rest.  Only waking at the moments when I feel at my best.  And causing me torment and anguish when I sleep.  My only comfort is that one day my heart will take it's final beat.  That's when I'll lose my focus again.  I'll no longer have to bear standing on sore feet, and I'll just fall into your rough embrace, a stone smile fixed upon my face.  That's all I ever wanted.  The knowledge of books.  The phrases of time.  The beauty of the Woman in the page.  A love that could've been mine. . .  So I burned the book, and I never looked back.