You don't speak of her
you understand?

You don't mention her name.

You don't talk to me about her,
You don't ask after her,
You don't reminisce.

She is the seeping wound of this office
she is the vast empire in the East
that we abandoned
when I lost control
we hear no news
no messengers are sent to tell us of the chaos
rumours abound
but we do not whisper in these corridors
we do not write them down
she is a closed and kept secret
the doors to her are sealed
we do not talk of her
you do not speak of her
you understand?

It would break my heart.