Panic, Disorder
That feeling of being on fire,
But burning under your skin.
Other times your marrow boiling,
Boiling from the outside in.
That panic from down deep within:
Won’t take control, though it can…
Makes you totally insane, but…
Won’t let you play the madman.
Your head on a well-greased swivel.
Eyes wide, darting everywhere.
But it’s almost in slow motion,
Crippled by paranoid ‘care.’
The world fades and retreats from you,
Taking all its weight, meaning.
While no-thing things rush and crowd in:
Chaos that’s suffocating.
Floating deep inside the river;
Going so quickly downstream…
Too worried about the waterfall
To try to swim, breath or scream.
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