The book of black cover, unlike another.
So often mistaken, for lacking in luster.
Some pages are burnt, torn are the others.
The ink often smears, the words look like stutters.
From oceans of tears, and pains of ex lovers.
A page for my father, a page from my mother.
The ending means death, so there won't be another.
The book of black cover, only one of its kind.
So often mistaken, for lacking in shine.
The book you won't read, not even a line.
I'll save you the trouble, the book is just "fine".