The Verdict Is In

Troubled Times of Turmoil Coming back around again Curses; always foiled! My agonized and worried Brain! Like an Army of Needles- Poking; prodding! As Agents of Evil, Laughing; applauding! Stabbing every inch of me- Tear my flesh; scar my Soul Cannot run; cannot flee! Leave me raw; leave me exposed! Find me G-U-I-L-T-Y Mind is F-I-L-T-H-Y Kill me Q-U-I-C-K-L-Y *Another old experimental piece I found