Metaphorical

The walls cannot shelter your sins 
They sing of your evil deeds, 
Macabre the face of Justice grins 
And on your fear he feeds. 
 
Your dreams lie before in tatters 
By the blade you wield alone, 
Silent hopes your psyche shatters, 
Forever tarnished to the bone. 
 
Metallic grinding are his notes, 
Lullabies before you depart, 
Mindless fever dead dreams bloat, 
To join the black and sickened heart. 
 
Curse not the fates for your demise 
But on your sins the guilt shall lie, 
So give Sir Justice no disguise 
He is waiting as you die.

Retribution