Tell me why we’re here.
Why have you brought me back to this place?
It’s the prison that still haunts my dreams.
It’s the place I suffered most.
I polished the floors with my tears,
Painted the walls with my blood.
My cries of torment,
Still echo here, if you listen closely.
This is not a place I want to revisit.
It’s a place I want to forget.
Yet you brought me back here.
Why did you bring me back here?
n.w.g
