Panic
A voice from the darkness. Your eyes squint to see. A feeling inside you. A hungar to flee.

Your legs become frozen. Your knees become weak. It's there in the blackness. You struggle to shriek.

A wave comes upon you. Your blood starts to chill. Your conscience prepares you, Get ready to kill.

Your arms become limp, And your stomach does churn. Your heart starts to race, And your skin starts to burn.

It's there all around, But you can't see a thing. You feel only it's presents, And terror it brings.

Your hands start to sweat. Your head starts to spin. Your world starts to crumble, Then panic sets in.

--Daryl Molen

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