red bull

Panic

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Poetry

Back to 12.5’s and cans of food, they won’t let me have any more booze.

Devils, demons, and voices swirling in my head too paranoid to sleep in my bed.

Panic attacks, never knew them before, now I know them a whole lot more.

Panic attacks I leap out of my bed to stay calm, but go for a smoke instead.

Hopefully the extra voices and paranoia are not here to stay, but the panic is something new, for a change I can’t see a way through.

The Doctor says to cut down on caffeine and Red Bull, and this would help calm me.

But because they won’t let me have anymore booze, I like a Red Bull to ease by blues.

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