panic
One thousands beats per second It hammers ‘gainst my chest I feel it in my temples Tonight there’ll be no rest Tortured is the breathing Fast and shallow til it’s gone Air that’s so elusive In this fight to fill my lungs A mind out of control Thoughts will not be still People think I’m crazy Illusions can be real Floating round in vertigo Raw throat can’t make a sound Get me off this ride! The world keeps spinning round Tiny little tremors Turn to quakes beneath my skin Every limb is shaking It seems there’ll be no end Then here comes the thoughts Oh, the thoughts are just a beast! Tumors, cancer, heart-attack On lies this mind will feast It’s when every little ache And every little pain Is blown out of proportion Courtesy of my brain I crawl into my shell awhile Until this horror ends Until the monster lets me go… In panic’s grip again
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