Tuesday, November 16, 2010

panic attacks

there is no prescription
for this deep and painful throbbing in the center
where my insides quake
eyes shifting all around me,
hear the silent tick tock ticking
makes the panic set in
my heart becomes a vortex trying to swallow me whole
shaky sort of knowing that perhaps theres something growing
and its crawling up the sides of me and
curling in the eyes of me
its waiting and its watching for a window to devour me
looming just above me in the darkness
still it watches me
hiding in the shadows and it never takes its eyes off me
biting snapping - never leaving
I can always hear it breathing
but when i turn the lights on
all thats left is empty nothing
spashed on white walls - mocking