I see a castle of lights, at night, when men are supposed to be in bed.
Castle of Lights
Darkest of nights,
Yet you shine bright.
All your residents are busy bees,
I sometimes wonder when you go to sleep.
I am a prisoner, yes me,
I try to escape and fail for the whip.
A servant of the night I have become.
Most nights I stay awake, waiting for dawn.
Oh, am I kidding? There is no difference.
It's a constant circle of indifference.
Like a snake eating its own tail.
Eventually, I will run away, leaving behind no trail.
This I promise, Castle of Lights.
Looking at the building with so much light in the night,I saw a very busy structure/establishment, I instantly began to feel like a staff. A steff member that is constantly working. I then like staff that wants to escape but have no means to, atleast at the moment. Hope is all that is left.
The image looks scary to be honest. I think in that castle I will am a slave, not even a staff.
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