How many hours more would it be, till the inevitable happened? He stares at the walls surrounding him, and helplessness stares back at him. The engraved scripts appear to shed tears, as words get blurred with the saltiness of truth.
He tracks time on international clocks, with a faint hope that he will find a way to break open the door and escape, before…
….Law takes its own course.
innocence inscribed on thick walls that bleed stories darkness of the soul struggles to see light - just once to let them know he once lived