Suffering at the hands of a Paperback

The tales of old are said 

to be silver and gold

But tear are neither 

and with a stinging Fever

People tend to lie and say

it's the most beautiful thing

they ever laid eyes on

My innocent mind reaches out

the black paperback has no doubt

Devouring the paper and ink

only to throw it up in the sink

why does the boy have to die

and all the girl does is sigh

Everything could have been fixed in chapter 3

if only the boy was forced to flee

and she had just looked in his pack

I wouldn't be suffering at the 

Hands of A Paperback