Angel of whispers perched so gently,
Singing the song of silence,
And weeping.

Sweet little devil,
Shut your ******* trap.
Your voices high and low, like bees.
Your tempted grin gleaming in the cacophony of darkness.

Ants crawling like spiders nests... like ten thousand billion legs,
Piercing at my skin, within my mind.

The drum of my heart,
Keeps time with quickened breath.
Futile and furious.

Clawing against the thin air that has me trapped.
Pinned down in a celestial body.
Marked with nothing but showing it all.

Help me,
To understand
     How
To articulate
     And
To conclude.



And deflect this utter

Panic.