Prism Of Panic (Pt.3 True Colors: Original Tone, The Mini-Series) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

The diagnostic statistics manual forgets to tag it ‘vicious',
There's an authentic disease amongst us
It is not fictitious.
It's like a prism that scales from bliss to complete hell.
Listen closely because there's a real story here to tell!

It starts off lovely, perhaps delicious.
Like a shade of magenta described as so gorgeous, it's ridiculous!
Jovial bliss—to the extreme
But, when it evaporates you freeze, and start to scream!

It's replaced by a vermillion, brightly colored RED.
A red that is poison and almost like pure static
You're running in circles, imprudent and erratic!
As you start to pace, and your rhythm goes towards panic
You soar through the sky, it's defined as strictly manic!

But then it's eclipsed by something more untamed.
Fire, fire—the house went up in flames!
Vibrancy in orange shades, but deadly as it takes you,
It bleeds, and it batters, and it pillages and rapes YOU!

Replaced yet again by a stark, fluorescent yellow
Yet, in no way can you tag this mood off mellow.
Anxiety and racing thoughts hold your mind hostage.
And, you are crying and gulping and feel as though you've lost it!

As pleasure went from bliss to mania, then to utter PANIC,
Yellow moves to neon green as you become more FRANTIC!
The prism fades from elation to the most dreadful kind of sorrow.
The lively things, they fragment, as you fear to face tomorrow.

It finally develops into an oceanic blue that's dark and deepens.
Your depression hits you—as you freeze and start weeping!
It's agony to lift one finger; sleep dominates your time.
All that ringing, it's the death-bell suicide wind-chimes.

Asking when and why this prism conquered life
A discomfort so laborious, your screaming for a knife
Welcome to the world where you're depressed and mad and manic!
Characterized by grief and death; it's THE PRISM OF PANIC!

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