The Waiting Room

Back to the scene of the crime.
I guess it's about time.
You've really got some nerve
To try and clean up what you served.

Is your conscience clean?
Look into our faces 
Worn and lean.
What does it really mean?

We are hungry.
We are torn.
Apparitions
To be reborn.

Our anguished history,
Now is yours.
Come inside
And close the doors.

Read our faces.
Meet our eyes.
No more hiding,
Alibis.

What you've wrought
And who you are
Inscribed upon us
With the scars.

We have been waiting.
You've gotten old.
There's no debating
What you were told.

It's not your fault.
You meant no harm,
While burning numbers
Into our arms.

Now it's your turn.
The time has come
For retribution,
Not for fun.

You can start screaming.
You will not die.
You are not dreaming.
No more you'll lie.

12/15/25
ZONE S3E9