''Portrait of a Panic Attack'' Revisited

With macabre-like fear, I fret as Death glides near, all too near! And in my ears, buried deep, ticks a ghostly tick-tock—it's all I hear (so deep, deep in my ears I cannot sleep)! I'm manic; and with every breath I panic and hyperventilate, as my lungs scream for air—as from a nightmare truly horrific, a dream unlike any phantasmic dream I've ever dreamt of! With unavailing breath, I wane—wane morbidly as though on death's bier, embalmed for entombment in a grave beneath (as I agonize, because the end feels so near). In paralyzing fear of these panic attacks, I'll soon die in their death throes and climax!?