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 no one 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 no one 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"