pitbull jaws grasps my chest, painful and unlocking, my breath dawn painfully, scarcely there, with the efforts of climbing Evorest, My mind races, like a zebra praying for dear life running from a lion's pounce, my heart becomes nascar, turning corners at ludicris speeds, my body trembles, floating in the winds with the leaves on an autum night, anger emerges over me, like a great white attacking prey in famish, time is no matter. It stands still like David or Mona Lisa. There is no peace as a child sleeps inocently. My head spins like hurricanes and tornados, thoughts come and go as quick as lightning then BANG, as the end of the dinosaur, it's over. Silence of the deaf, no voice of the mute It's time to recover from Panic
i liked it it shows that you've exprienced pain and choais causing you to be paranoid and panic most days...and as life goes on and the memories begin to fade your panic in turn begins to silence...thats how i interpreted it anyway. may peace and love find you Amber
