Cognition | In the Dark

Tower

Drifting beyond the dimensions of time and space
Intently looking from this towering place
As the tick-tock of time stays, everybody goes
Underneath heaps and piles, is a mirror of a ghost

Shadows lengthen and shrink in the corners 
Meanwhile, the tower remains solid, unbothered in the borders
The atmosphere is filled with ghosts as they wisp out 
From the fogs, as I hold my breath and tears gush like a waterspout