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.
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