When I wake up, there are more torches lit, and more veiled figures. They stand in a semicircle around the room. I get the feeling that it�s a trial for my immortal soul. One of them steps forward and removes the chains from my wrists. I lean on the wall behind me to keep my balance.
One figure, taller than the others, steps forward and points a finger at me.
"You have been found guilty."
I stumble forward. "Huh? Of what?"
Something solid, a staff of some kind, slams into my forehead, and I drop to my knees as I hear the answer.
"The highest transgression. You are unworthy of life, yet you continue to cling to it."
A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
I try to grasp the situation as I slowly breathe. So much pain, I can feel blood running down the side of my face. I stare blankly at the floor as I realize that this is it. I�m here to be punished, and they aren�t going to stop until I finally give up and die.
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing now emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
Suddenly I shake my head. It takes me a minute to figure out why I�m doing it. Apparently some part of me isn�t ready to give up just yet. I stay on my knees, but I sit up straight and raise my head. I look up, over their heads, as if there was some presence up near the ceiling.
Things are starting to make sense. Every time I fight back, it only makes them find something else to blame on me. They keep me in here, in the dark, because out there, in the light, is life. And I don�t deserve it.
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We�re all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I get the vague feeling that there is something important I�m supposed to do. Not in here, out there somewhere. I don�t know what is, maybe it�s just that there is still something to live for, some reason to fight.