Pins and needles, organic to a fault
Tension mounts, a worrisome euphoria
An anxiety addict, countdown to panic

Butterflies in my stomach, with wings of razors

I don't want to breathe your poison calm

Excruciating boredom ? Is withdrawal
I'm as wound up tight as a clock
That is connected to a time bomb


A building elation
Therapeutic anticipation

No time for trepidation
Without benefit of hesitation


No need for hypodermic, just hyperventilate
Balancing on my heels, on the edge of a cliff
Your serenity is my purgatory

Decompression always leads to relapse