Hands of Penance

These walls became a cage
 Scratched with delicate wouds
 That mark a dying day.
 The scraps of breath i take
 Belong to someone else.
 The dirt is all i know
 Chained in line with the other
 Sick forgotten souls
 Stuck with lies they told
 And wished they never found.
 What good is fear to a man
 When he's lost everything else?
 Trees need no barks
 Once the core is hollowed out.
 When a mistake is just that
 Transforming eden to hell
 Such reflection will leave you beside yourself.
 There are days when death would be welcomed as a friend
 But i'll live until we meet with my regrets.
 My life of moral decay
 Was bound to damn me to this fate
 Held in the hands of penance
 What good are dreams when i wake
 To find i'm right where i'll always be
 Even if i don't belong?
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 There are days when death would be
 Welcomed as a brother sent to sooth a tired friend.
 The easy way extends a hand
 Leading us to satisfaction
 Earned by fearful men.
 My life of moral decay
 Was bound to damn me to this fate
 Held in the hands of penance.
 What good are dreams when i wake
 To find i'm right where i'll always be
 Even if i don't belong?
 I'd see these walls in flames
 I had to,
 I'd watch them crumble down
 To cleanse my sin.
 A second chance to take
 A life back,
 But it will never come
 A waste of time!