My existence was disconnected, dispelled,
mistaken, misshapen, heartbreaking, shaking,
wanting to escape from the shackles of torturous
pain, but I was into deep to break free from it all.  
My mind was floating in suspense, my muscles tense,
my frail flesh filled with pins and needles, the anxiety
episode exploding sporadically, feeling like I was
losing control, slowly dying on the inside, ******
diction drilling new waves in me as I lingered in time,
trying to ignore the warning signs.  But the panic
attacks were damaging, occurring in broken stages,
drumbeating, my heartrate escalating, my fingers
tingling, my chests feeling weak, my thighs hard
like solid bricks. I could feel my life being stolen
away, detached from my counterpart, unable to start
or crank the ignition to my engine. I was scared
and lonely, falling below the scorching sun,
the aching landscape, and the painful screams
streaming in my subconscious.