Analysis of Panic Attack
Red roses
The red roses I’m holding.
Trying not to let go trying to hold on.
I look to my feet.
and see my hands start to bleed.
The thorns are cutting deep.
and are revealing what’s beneath.
I am torn from what I see.
And I can’t control my breathing.
I start to sink.
Stuck in my head.
Stuck in my thoughts.
Nothing can take me out of this tense feeling of remorse.
What have I done.
This is no more fun.
I’m starting to believe your own head can be the monster under your bed.
I can’t control it.
I can’t control them.
I slip in to the abys.
I’m falling.
I’m crying.
I’m screaming.
My eyes fall shut and that’s the end of it.
the end of them.
Scheme | ABCDEFGHBIJKLMMJNOABBBNO |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110 0110110 10111110111 11111 0111111 011101 01010001 1111111 01101110 1111 1011 1011 10111111110101 1111 11111 110101111110101011 11011 11011 110101 110 110 110 1111010111 0111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 667 |
Words | 153 |
Sentences | 23 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 24 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 482 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 131 |
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