Testo Astraphobic

Another attack!
Have you ever felt tangled up in your own limbs?
There really is no winning when you're fighting with the wind.
Restless, distraught.
On my disposition, demons creep.
If I am to die, these antihistamines will help me sleep.
This conflagration won't rest its wild burning.
Vision blurring, I feel the Earth has stopped its turning. A part of myself, my mind has suddenly stopped discerning.
A hurricane inside of me has left the sea stirring.
Here's a little taste of my reality;
I have found, of late, I'm growing so sick of my mortality.
Anxiety eating again at my insides like insects.
A understanding so hard to grasp, indescribable, my distress.
If I could set fire to my every emotion,
to awaken and never feel another thing.
Another attack!