tower of pain

the harrowing images appear, that seem to follow my eyes around, for every which way they appear, as I feel this presence, taking hold of me, with fear felt coming alive within, as ghostly patterns float about, in this haunted dungeon where I exist, that light may never pass though, as this place lies so deep underground, that its only known to a few, but their faces are never seen, as the darkness that fills, the vastness of this chamber, is so deep that nothing real is seen, as this is where the souls of the damned, are known to float around endlessly, looking desperately but never finding, the way of out of this surreal hell, where love is controlled, by the soulless creatures that lurk above, tied to chains they struggle about, though a life wasted in pain and sorrow, afraid of even their own shadow, as they are the monsters looking, for the silver key all around, never finding it until finally looking within, as today I have finally broken though, with nothing left to care about, but unlocking the corridor of this, mighty dungeon of hell below, where my soul exists trapped, causing the light above to crash down, that my soul follows all the way out, though the darkness until freed, as my body has now been left behind, so my soul may finally have the love, that never came back home, but though this light leading to heaven, my soul is now ensured of this love, that was promised but never found light, though the darkness of material America