In the dark of the night, I woke up fighting to find the light. Overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensations, the side effects of the drug you told me I had to take to dissipate my immense feelings of sadness, this overpowering feeling that induces madness.
Harrowing were the voices of the wounded souls crying out.
Shards of glass pierced their hearts; they were screaming for their mothers, mummy, mum, mother, mummy, the cries of grown men and women.
Why is it always their mothers they cry out for?
Living in the twilight in darkly lit rooms, a place that resembled a prison cell from the bowels of hell.