III

Weighted by stares. Guilty based on pumping veins full of blood. That's you in the gallery - scrutinized. Stench and sorrow. Feel the heat and sulk. Stifling sickness, heavy body, you choke. This isn't fair? Tell me what's fair. Time dies whether or not you are there. It's almost insulting - seeing you rake yourself over the coals. The trail. Your fate. The end. Just wait. It's a just way to fear. It's my room. Come in here. Summon a judge. Summon a seer. You're teeming with shame. That much is clear.