To me it feels like a worm
Wiggling its way
Through my bloodstream,
Making it icy and cold
And my heart turn
To frigid emotion.
It makes its way into my
Mind,
Slowing the thoughts
In some parts,
But giving the other parts,
The nervous parts,
The parts that hyperventilate
And have panic attacks,
Caffiene.
Breathing gets hard
Because
I'm underwater,
Or underground.
Buried alive,
Or sinking slowly.
I.
Can't.
Breathe.
The worm,
The worst part about the worm?
It feeds on my life.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
To me it feels like a worm
Wiggling its way
Through my bloodstream,
Making it icy and cold
And my heart turn
To frigid emotion.
It makes its way into my
Mind,
Slowing the thoughts
In some parts,
But giving the other parts,
The nervous parts,
The parts that hyperventilate
And have panic attacks,
Caffiene.
Breathing gets hard
Because
I'm underwater,
Or underground.
Buried alive,
Or sinking slowly.
I.
Can't.
Breathe.
The worm,
The worst part about the worm?
It feeds on my life.
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