Panic Attack

Invisible demons taunt me,
Laughing, dancing, screaming.
Their claws pull my hair.
Their teeth gnaw my flesh.
Is it me laughing the laugh of mad pain?
Is it me dancing the dance of a panicked child?
Is it me screaming a scream unheard?
My own hand pulls my hair
As I bury my face in mock of a praying Muslim.
My own nail claws my flesh,
Scaring purple then red with time.
The demons are all inside,
Pulling and playing:
Twist my stomach, stop my heart.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Has the air always been so thick?
Do I usually breath or cry?
The very thing that gives me life chokes me.
Nothing stops it.
Nothing helps it.
The pitch black vortex never ends.
Should my scream make noise?
Time slows and speeds at once.
Confusion. Anger. Frustration.
Logic fails me
                                          as my demon attacks.