Nervous Norman

Nervous Norman’s Ills lie dormant
He tries fruitlessly to fend off torment
Of course, to no avail
The blood; it rushes fierce and fast
And leaves him deathly pale
A heart that pounds like ancient drums
It's fight or flight; the time has come
A faceless dread fills his head
Limbs once light, now hang like lead
Jerks and jolts and strange sensations
Clammy palms and palpitations
Trepidation, blind with terror
Quaking like an earthly tremor
Helpless to his brain's demands
Clasping tightly to his hapless hands
He gasps the last of the bitter air
As he plummets headlong into despair
Crippled by a malignant fear
His stomach roils with nausea
Impending doom inflames the room
No oxygen to spare in this airless tomb
A thoughtless fright plagues his night
All dreams of sleep are out of sight
Severed, sapped and saturated, oh, he’s sweating bullets
Choking on the cotton cloth trapped inside his gullet
Down the spiral flute he shoots, with vile unbridled vigour
Time and time again it comes, born from any trigger
A malevolence so merciless, clings to his frail mind
And as he drowns beneath the waves of thoughts
He looks on defeated, and accepts his grim demise