Don’t know why it keeps coming back to me
Why is the world pointing at me?
Last night was a show down
Climbing that unending ladder
The more they gather
The more I ascend, the farther
The more I scream the harder
Attraction huge like magnets
Broken glasses on the floor in fragments
Much guns and daggers like gangsters
Faces with costumes of monsters
Quickly I saw a mighty hand
He took me away from that stormy land
It was tall like a hundred storeys
But it was a true story.
By J_amaze
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