Panic Attack

stumble through the battlefield
disoriented, dazed, confused
casualties are screaming
the senses are abused
breathing is impossible
choking on your tongue
no words can speak
collapse into yourself
protection from your mind
the battlefield is empty
no longer can you hide
the sky is falling inward
the ground is rising up
the mountains in the distance
will soon be seen close up
screaming here is useless
nobody will find out
youre trapped inside oblivion
with no way in or out
nobody knows youre lost here
nobody will come look
a little voice inside you
laughs inside your throat
you stumble ever onward
never gaining ground
the battlefield transforms you
from human to a hound
instinct now controls you
fear is what you feel
your cracking skin begins to peel
from clawing fingers, are they real?
collapse again into yourself
solace from your thoughts
is it your imaginations
that all this destruction has been wrought
what could be, what will, what if, but still
demons closing in, thirsting for the kill
air is nonexistent
touch begins to dull
taste is soon forgotten
sight is next to go
alone in your darkness
the fear is well alive
laughing at your heartbeat
watching you diminish
the battlefields freshest kill