Panic consumes me like the crest of a wave enveloping a surfer.
Incoherent thoughts turn sheer genius.
The clock crawls across the tiled floor.
The rain! Oh how the drops constantly, continiously slam into the ground like stray rounds loosed from an ichy trigger fingger.
The television stares blankly at you,
seeing your soul,
searching for meaning yet comming up short
Run those callust hands through that thinging hair, help a few more out for good measure.
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panic attack waitin on the meds to kick in lol!
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Nice word use. And what a picture this puts in your head. Panic yes. And I think you meant (losted from) if not I'm sorry. But this is very well done. Isn't meds a great thing LOL.
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