When I shun my meds or refuse to sleep|
I take on a dark aspect first and hear
a ghost-like clock tick-tocking in my ear
as if from a morbid place buried deep
in the recesses of my troubled mind
where I fret, then I panic with great fear
as I feel death approaching so very near
with every gasped-for breath of air I take!
As I hyperventilate my lungs scream
for oxygen that's not inhaling there
and suddenly my life ebbs as I feel
I am drowning, drowning for lack of air
under an ocean of thick, choking steam
so crystal clear and real that it's surreal. ...