Judged

A circle in a room of squares 

Adrift of anyone who cares 

Reversing down the spiral stairs 

You're not the only one 

The echo of a thousand screams 

A product of the east end schemes 

When nightmares cease to be in dreams 

You're not in this for fun 

Guilt lathers an illegal froth

The judges don their wigs to scoff 

This type of crazy won't wash off

It settles like the sun 

A hand grenade dislodged it's pin

All hope becoming membrane thin 

They play back every so called sin

Your alter ego' done

Stretched out naked upon a rack

No chance of ever turning back

Though standing tall you feel the crack

That says your race is run