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Panophobia.
(Panophobia: Fear of everything. A vague and persistant dread of an unknown evil.)
There's something in my pillow,
It suffocates me dry.
The feathers that once rest my head,
Now kiss a punctured eye.
There's something in my closet,
It hugs my chest with pain,
The place that sheltered pockets deep,
Is driving me insane.
There's something in my doorway,
It scares my darkest side,
The locks that used to let me leave,
Are forcing me to hide.
There's something in my stomach,
It's telling me to scream,
Get rid of all the household ticks,
That never let me dream.
There's something in my mind,
It smothers me in doubt,
It opens my eyes to a fear
I cannot live without.
There's something in my pillow,
It suffocates me dry.
The feathers that once rest my head,
Now kiss a punctured eye.
There's something in my closet,
It hugs my chest with pain,
The place that sheltered pockets deep,
Is driving me insane.
There's something in my doorway,
It scares my darkest side,
The locks that used to let me leave,
Are forcing me to hide.
There's something in my stomach,
It's telling me to scream,
Get rid of all the household ticks,
That never let me dream.
There's something in my mind,
It smothers me in doubt,
It opens my eyes to a fear
I cannot live without.
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