148 hours
Dysphoria sets in, overcomes. Panic follows, panic like an anchor on my neck, shackled and cuffed, gagged and bound. Panic squeezes tight my heart, shallow beating. Panic deflates lungs. Panic playing puppeteer with muscles. Panic pulling brain circuits, makes me louder than I am and quieter than I think. Panic dancing on my shoulder makes me laugh inappropriate. Untimely, obnoxious.
Panic yells "you will die, if not this time the next"
Panic yells "this will never end"
The little white pill put panic behind a screen, panic was there, panic would not leave. Panic looked at me and said, "you are getting worse and you know it," still feeling panic pressing hard against the veil.
Panic yells "you will die, if not this time the next"
Panic yells "this will never end"
The little white pill put panic behind a screen, panic was there, panic would not leave. Panic looked at me and said, "you are getting worse and you know it," still feeling panic pressing hard against the veil.