![]() PanicA Poem by The_Ancient_Rock![]() ...![]() Sometimes the anguish takes over me Darkness takes over my soul All the demons show up to snare and see To gather precious things and make a mockery As I sail trough the dark river of Styx Some friends I do hope to meet Madness arrives, truth and lies Insanity sets in, the show will begin And my crazy mind starts to shine and shine Pain fills my soul, like blistering cold And I still, don't feel so old There are many stories untold What Man does for sex and gold Sometimes, panic strikes Why, so many fighs? Why, the dying of the lights? Why, all the martyrs and so many plights? Why the tears in so many sights? Desperation, torment, lament Tears flow down her garment The walls close in, depression sets in It's getting hard to just breathe When the scyte reaps the seed I no longer know what I need...
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