The Worst of them all

surrounded by darkness
Pitch black
Locked away with no key
Forgotten and all alone
As the tomb im in
No air, Lungs filled with nothing
Closed in my box
panic Hijaching my mind
Taking over my body
Beating against the Walls
futile in my attempts
Secluded from the world
parania Switching on
Box Shrinking in size
Curling into a ball
My only remaining move
Sweat dripping into my eyes
Four walls, Coming to close
Clausterphobia, my only doom.