“Panic Sets In” by Matthew Horstkotter


Stuck in a space so tiny, so small

One in which you are much too tall

The walls closing in

Panic sets in

Sweat begins to pour from your skin

What will you do?

You have no clue

There’s nothing you can do

Panic sets in

Sweat pours from your skin

Move forward than back

Stuck in the same pitch black

Trapped in such a tiny place

Your heart begins to race

Panic sets in

Sweat pours from your skin

You’re trapped, you’re stuck

You’re out of luck

Suddenly you wake up