Went simple with a piece, describing how a panic attack feels, deriving inspiration out of personal experience. It occurred quite a while ago in a crowded place, felt dizzy and had to leave.
This is about uhhh... Okay, I give up, just see what you can get out of this one.
She stood alone, arms crossed, in the middle of the room.
A short poem about love disappearing.
Your feather kisses on my shoulder shiver fingers on my cheek
Scared was I
Tormented was my soul
Innocent was I
But she ghost me around