the watchtower the watchtower , i 've seen it through my window , stared at it for years , as it beckons to me , asking me to come , to be a part of it , the watchtower wants to be my friend , wants to make it all okay , wants me to be with it forever , i can hear it call to me in my dreams , i can see it cry , when i tell it that i ca n't , every day , i watched the tower , in the distance , it was always so beautiful , and it always seemed to be special , i could never understand why , one day the dreams , began with no explanation , and the tower began asking how i felt about it , and why i felt that way , dreams of the tower , seemed strange , but not crazy , the dreams continued , until one day , i swore it moved , the tower , in my mind , then the obsession began , the deep dark driving obsession , to be a part , of the very building , that had told me , it loved me in a dream , no one understood my obsession , no one understood why i wanted this so much , and why my dreams and thoughts , were haunted by this tower , that stood so beautiful , in the landscape , weeks passed from the time of the first drawing , which started by accident , the drawings started small , then got bigger , and more angry , and more violent , those drawing were what i saw in my dreams , the tower was eating , eating people all the time , i was n't sure why or how i knew , but i did , and inside i loved that it wanted me , it was these drawings that got me my first meeting , with a woman who called me different , while the rest of them called me insane , i heard the whispers and knew their thoughts , but i did n't care because the drawings , had finally united me with the watchtower , i played their game , i knew i was in love , and wanted so desperately , to help the tower , fulfill whatever goal , it had in mind , as the sessions into my mind continued , i kept drawing at home , those drawings much to my surprise , started showing me what the tower wanted , but as i learned and felt so jealous of , was that it wanted so much more than me , the drawings told of a girl , a girl whose name i will never learn , nor had ever wanted to , because to me she stood between me , and the tower that , i loved she first showed up in the pictures , in the background , her detailed features , were drawn by my hand , but not from my mind , it was the towers ' plan , progressively the girl moved forward , almost as if walking to the forefront , of the towers mind , while i the slave moved , further and further to the back , almost as if forgotten , it was then the anger began , building slowly at first , but more and more it was apparent , that the tower had changed its ' mind , and i was no longer its ' favorite , instead i was nothing more than a throw away , she had to be dealt with , and i knew it had to be me , it was the only way that i could , try and prove my worth , to the all great tower , that i had brought me so close , i made the trip to her , how i knew to find her , is beyond me , i think in my heart of hearts , that the tower told me , guided me , i found her alone in her home , she looked so sweet and innocent , when she answered the doorbell , but behind her eyes i knew i saw understanding , she knew why i had come , so i dealt with her , it was quick , silent , and easy , she fell to the floor in a heap , and i let a laugh escape my gut , i felt wonderful as if liberated , the tower was grateful , i do n't know how i knew but it was , back at home and feeling wonderful , the dreams began again , the tower wanted to see me , to congratulate me on a job well done , it said that there was something there for me , and that i needed to come right away .