The State I'M In

You can feel your face burning And your stomach is churning. Your heart starts to quicken And the clock won’t stop tickin’. This is the state you are in. You begin to sweat And your palms are all wet. Your chest is too tight And you realize its fright. Well, I guess it’s time to fight. From the trauma you are caused When he stopped and paused, Your mind will never mend And your hair stands on end. What has he come to apprehend? There’s breath on your neck And your mind is a wreck. You feel his hook And now your life he has took. I guess your name was in the book.