Phobophobia

Restricted patient or so they say
I choose to stay here, phobic fears
Nerve endings eaten away
I’m out of touch with all in sight
Don’t close my eyes
I fear that death will come collecting tonight

Distracted ruins, oh can’t you see?
I’m nervous, frightened, tormented by everything
You’ll never know just what it’s like
You can’t imagine what’s disturbing
What is eating my mind

In constant paranoia
Keeps me looking over my shoulder
I’m hiding ‘til the fear is over
Running down the street
I’ll never look to see just what it might be
That I fear so much in my life or in my death

Doctor, help me at any cost
Please, make it go away before I am totally lost
Inside a shell and locked away
No fear can touch me when I scream
None can hear what I say

But is it gone, or did it stay?
My phobophobic thoughts
God, will they ever go away?
And leave me be, I doubt they will
The disease of fear has got me
And it’s in for the kill

The fracture of my mind
It will destroy me slowly
In the end, I lay there breathless
Six feet under, dirt will cover
The headstone reads
“His was a frantic mind, less human being
Destroyed by fear of everything that could be”

I’ve witnessed fear for all it’s worth
I can’t imagine someone causing its own birth
The human hell or so we say
But is it fear the only thing that we are prey?

In life, not death, define to me
A state of coldness life where I can be free
Of mortal choice, burden of life
A questioned fate of fear or am I to die?

I’ve seen now some of what I’ve done
A disease now once delivered
On those poor souls I pressure on
Unearthly cold they shiver

Insertion of fear, a blood lacing tear
I draw from cowards breaking
Psychiatrists I tie in knots
This mind in fear is taken

Doctor, help me at any cost
Please, make it go away before I am totally lost
Inside a shell and locked away
No fear can touch me when I scream
None can hear what I say

But is it gone, or did it stay?
My phobophobic thoughts
God, will they ever go away?
And leave me be, I doubt they will
The disease of fear has got me
And it’s in for the kill

The fracture of my mind
It will destroy me slowly
In the end, I lay there breathless
Six feet under, dirt will cover
The headstone reads
“His was a frantic mind, less human being
Destroyed by fear of everything that could be”