Dug Right In

Panic lies right beneath the skin.
I never wanted to let it in.
Wormed its way to the win.
I can feel it creeping.

But the crawl isn’t quite enough.
Everything it wants to call a bluff.
Makes me question what came before.
All the names wear at my core.
Sabotage each new prospect.
Little that it does not affect.
It’s like I’m wood being wittled down.
Starting to think I can’t break my frown.
If that’s true then why fight on?
I’m so bored of feeling wrong.
Tears well but never flow.
Why am I a part of this show?

Sick to my stomach and getting worse.
Feels like I struggle with a curse.
It haunts my mind day and night.
Not sure how much longer I can fight.
And distractions never serve me well.
They aid the feeling so it can swell.
Climbing up my spinal column.
Twisting me so I’ll be a golem.
Creature lost in the rain.
Blocked and unable to drain.
No way to vent this bile in my chest.
Just give me a chance to rest!

Panic lies right beneath the skin.
I never wanted to let it in.
Wormed its way to the win.
I can feel it creeping.

Smother me and call it quits.
Not sure I can take much more of this.
Screams that won’t come out.
Every second I am filled with doubt.
Debating options all based in loss.
Might as well be nailed to a cross.
Strung up in the scorching sun.
Or within my mouth full of a gun.
Not my wish but I’m so uninspired.
If life is pain than I wish to be retired.
Let me drift off into endless sleep.
Otherwise I might morph into a heap.

Panic lies right beneath the skin.
I never wanted to let it in.
Wormed its way to the win.
I can feel it creeping.

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