Acrostichon Guilt
guilt is growing in my head building on a painful past distorting all I think and see my mask is your reality innosense on it's own among the tempting forces i'd so much like to fit in but i'm a victim of society our depreciated world one big chicken house filled with selfishness is growing worse hypnotized, then wide awake I had to shift the blame to me then sliding into a sickening pit of beastial pleasure performed my fear and fantasy forgot about reality acted compulsive, non-intentionally bear the truth deep in me unstoppable, on the first impulse desperate, the only way to forget immediate, relief, social isolation bitterness, the price of control now living with the burden in my callous brain reliving this certain crime each day my punishment is here to stay
