Everyday I travel the empty halls,
Watching my once living companions,
Studying them,
Some are still trying to figure out how they could have escaped death,
Others plotting and planning for the next group of people to pass through.

But we all hold one thing in common,
We can't leave,
No matter how hard we try,
These walls hold us in.

The construction started last month,
The ones who had found some sort of peace in this never ending hell have awoken,
Day in and day out we mess with the machines
Scare the workers
Make the tools go missing,
But alas they won't leave.

They laugh a scared laugh
Tell us we can't scare them,
But we know they're lying.

These are the last tours through the prison
Everyone trying their hardest,                           
Holding people against walls
Pushing them down steps
Tripping all that walk across.

But I still watch,
Wondering if I didn't hang myself,
All those years ago,
Would I be elsewhere today?
They all try to get me to help,
Saying we can finally rule the hell we lived in for years
But I decline.

Wishing and hoping that once they finish construction,
I will be able to leave
The others tell me I'm insane,
But all I want is to see my family again
Or what's left of them anyways.