Untitled panic

It hit in a flash, tearing at my heart and brain, Slowly pulling me down to the ground, racing breath, heart, and mind. Sweet sweat bubbling from within, hot then cold. Is this it? Have I fallen? Panic fills the void of noiseless calm as my brain fills with an unknown fear of a threat—me or something else. Weeping, caged to a quiet room, lost to the nothing...someone save me.