Panic Attack

The rush of the waves in the shell Is as calm as my brain The waves that I hear Are the blood in my ear And my ear is going insane Deepening the roar inside the shell The rush of the waves entices a smell The smell of salty sweat The sweat that I feel Is as slick as an eel And the gross of being wet Increasing the nauseating smell The rush of the waves becomes more like hell My ears making a louder duet To the wet of the storm inside of my veins My imagination creating the rains Causing the shipmen, their voyage, regret Wishing to escape this sudden hell