10 September 2012
It's like a spider, that clambers down your spine, Or a serpent, slithering down a vine. Whatever it is, it's definitely foreboding, Because it destroys all of your feelings that are outgoing.
It's a presence that always makes you worry, And makes your emotions dash about in a mindless flurry. It manages to make a mess of everything you do, And everyone it pops along, you wish it wasn't true.
Alas! There seems to be a cure! Although how it works I'm not entirely sure... But next time you feel, like you're about to write your will, Sit down in your arm chair, and take a cooling chill pill!
Anxiety • Opuss № I