OK, so it's an ascending number of syllables per line... from one up to ten... then back again to one. I hope I've not messed this up and that it actually does look like a pyramid. [With my computer skills, it'll probably just look like a potato, but never mind...] "INMATE GUILTY"  Fat.  Moist soul.  Much too tired.  Bloated conscience.  Please cease that talking.  They can't stop the buzzing.  Time to break out of this cell.  Bleak memories? Still chasing me.  So I'll keep running 'til my feet bleed. [1O] Breathtaking pain leaking from my dark soul.  I see him, grinning, in my mind's eye.  Burn him from the face of the Earth.  You can't? You're no good to me.  So catch me if you can.  Howling at the moon.  Until sunrise.  All is calm.  And then?  Fin.