through these walls
are kept our secret
from four long years ago.
trough these walls
i still hear your
screams of agony and pain.
through that one hallway,
which I've walked past many,
still haunts my ears and toys
with my midnight mind.
but i no longer cry
or sob or shed tears.
its all over now:
has been for quite a few.
but, tell me, why
does it still sting
each time i walk by?
