There is a guard standing
outside my Ivory Tower,
rifle in hand but no
bullets to use.
There is a guard standing
outside my Ivory Tower,
yet, poison drips onto my lips
as reality threatens to ensue.
There is a guard standing
outside my Ivory Tower,
standing tall in ebony armour
and the mob that has gathered has
set him aflame.
Because he has designed himself
as my protector
and fights so valiantly to keep them
at bay.
There is a guard standing
outside my Ivory Tower,
yet, I still suffocate.
There is a guard standing
outside my Ivory Tower,
with a rifle in hand
and no bullets to use
but the walls are coated in
poison
and I have long since been dead.
