Panic
Panic
My heart rate is jacked,
My thoughts are racing
And my world seems out of whack.
Derealization, real life like a dream,
Things strange and unfamiliar
I wish I could just beam…
Out of my new body and into that of old
Because this dream world I’m living in
Is just too dark and cold…
Like the opposite of hell but still the same,
I felt like I was dead until my savior came,
With his feet in the starting position like he wanted to race,
Life was finally good again until I punched him in the face.
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