December 16, 2011
The tower of art
Where do I even start
Technology has now set in
Decorated rooms and digital film to begin
24 years old now
And everything makes you raise a brow
Pretty and calm
Nothing raises an alarm
Until you reach a darkened room
Reminds me of danger and gloom
Everything twisted and turned
Everything I thought that was burned
Battered and bruised
I'm left so confused
The tower of art
If I would of only forgotten this part