Anxiety attack

nxiety slams its foot
On the hearts gas peddle
cackling and cranking that radio full blast
until the bassline beats and bruises the ribs
speeds exceed 60 mph, 90mph, 120 mph
you'd never imagine this type off full throttle.
There you are in the passenger seat fucking helpless while the throat
slams shut like a vault
and whats trapped inside is:
worry, money, low self esteem, pain, lost love, problems, scars, monotony, depression, fatigue, need, broken trust, false promises, suicide, and you are
a vessel of rot, gloom, and darkness trapped, strapped in next to anxiety
a speed demon sucking down newports as wrecklessly as the heart beats whie the head loses grip around of twists and turns until those cliff hugging roads
start to look appealing...
and all of a sudden anxiety is hauling you screaming to the fucking edge, it never used to be like this, and you're reduced to popping little pills that dissolve fast enough to slow down the feeling of flying and dying and then you're reduced to remembering the days when life was simple, when you were ten years old, laying in the sunshine sucking the nectar out of deep purple lilac blossoms, and it was the sweetest taste in the entire world.