The Lost Library

Pupils, teachers and students rushing to fro as they cut through the paper thin illusion of the mind
Not knowing why and when there here
The villagers of the paper wilderness
They know not the time of their gods but only the resurrection of it's skills
It's lights glimmer the very souls of travellers as they stride past
Nor but one book will pass in indecent but it's heart will stay with the library
People come and go as they please not knowing what they are doing or why they are doing it
The others know it's right but it still feels wrong to take in something that doesn't meet your eyes
Atleast it stays safe in this brightened bookshelf
Thou never again will it's organs be read with such vile taste
We know now the truth is a lie we simply abide by it's rules with no imperfections
Now more than ever we know the lie
life as a book with all pages ripped out... Destroyed