The Tower
By Kortlan Ylde

I drempt emerging up the tower 
running full speed the stairs of power 
a Gothic realm in a string of bad dreams 
a collection of nightmares echoing screams 
my darkest corners have been a ghost town 
growing together until it completely surrounds 
one little light flickering strong 
distracting myself with a favorite song 
I walk in the darkness tormented 
In denial that these walls are cemented 
it breaks off my nails and takes from me blood 
I try to get out but my bullets a dud 
so I take it again and again without choice 
trying to hold on and remember my voice 
buried somewhere under the screams and the cries 
beneath my memories of the faces that lied 
it has all become one and I am the same 
the darkness inside me ignites the flame 
the light must go out for my eyes to adjust 
where hope and innocence fall into dust 
a foolish thing to knowingly send 
an unarmed man into a lion's den 
and expect him to come out stronger than before 
cured of his fears and healed at the core 
but that is our sentence to gain in this fight 
and so to the pursuit of happiness, I blow out my light.