Something Missing

Enslaved to this chain of pain,
The glint of the blade's edge tilts onto my face.
There's blood all around the battlefield
Of the jail cell I'm stuck in right now.

I didn't do much; I was only a Thief,
And I plagued the city for a long time.
Only killed a few people here,
Knocked a couple of them, out over there…

Stole from the rich, and the poor;
No one was left unnoticed except for
One heartbroken widow,
Who I took pity on…

Such a difference for me,
And now I'm rotting in a cell,
What justice is this?