The Titan And His Tower

Neutered by dull escapism
I follow the line towards the tower
Tall and tempered
Rising out of sight

Thoughtless to contemplate
Growing nearer everyday
All the time

Shadowing the titan’s wake
Trailing death
Commonplace

I’m not alright

This dramatic irony
And my spitting desire

The titan and his tower
The lift that takes him higher
The cursed line that continues on

When I dream
I am the titan
I see with his eyes

Meager men who walk in circles
Lunging at the skies

This dramatic irony
And my spitting desire

The titan and his tower
The lift that takes him higher
The cursed line that continues on

This delicious tragedy
And my insipid ire

The titan and his tower
The lift that takes him higher
The cursed line that continues on