My lungs are
Caught
In a trap
And it hurts
From the
Amount of
Pressure
Closing in
On me.
                              Crashing through waves
                              Of a dark storm
                              Over seas of
                              Neurons
                              In my head
                              Connecting
                              The dots
                              Of you
                              As we wonder.
     Splintering panic
     Moving at the
     Speed of light
     Through a
     Maze
     Of arteries
     Extending
     Out from
     My heart.
                         Standing alone
                         In shadows
                         Only echoes
                         Can reach,
                         A formation
                         Of mental objects
                         Arrange
                         Introspectional
                         Shape.
               Meeting in
               The middle
               Strangling
               My every
               Attempt
               To
               B
               r
               e
               a
               t
               h
               e
                .