"doom" 

feel death is coming every second of my life

feel this deep sense of horror

feel something isnt right

feel theres something i dont know, i search deep for some insight

feel the cold on summers day, feel the night in broad daylight 

feel that satan sits behind me, couldnt put up much a fight, felt this way since fourteen hard to describe but,

sit &amp; write:
 
feel my heart pound from out my chest, my nerves cracking, out of breath

feel this the day my makers met, looked to the sky the clouds had wept

feel a way words cant do justice, its in the air, sensitive subject, think of it; emotions run quick, so does my mind &amp; nerves they're jumping

feel confused, so hard to function, these eyes who watch &amp; they're assumptions, cant go outside theres nowhere to hide, so choose to stay behind the doors confined

feel i made mistakes i cant seem to find, because they fill all of my previous time, 
dont know how i got here on my knees ask why, cant leave without the answers though badly want to die.