Nyctophobia

Don't blow the candle out, just leave it by my bed

With all these ghosts and visions, trolls inside my head

Just when the wolf will howl, the dogs begin to bark

This is for real, I have a fear of the dark

And as the endless nights will overturn the days

Intellectual logic seems to vanish in a haze

Paranoia has the measure of me

Hallucinations now dictate reality

I'm hearing voices now, I wish that I could see

I look around, I know there's no-one here but me

The mirror shimmers there's an angel here at last

Always demons looking back, and laughing through the glass

Nyctophobia, fear of the dark

I am confused, I really don't know what to think

Maybe Mr. Allen does 'cause he's a Harley shrink

He asks me how I feel, I mumble: "Just okay"

He says: "Ok's not a feeling, Jack, we need to peel away

The layers of your onion, your emotional disease

Blow all these candles out, I want you on your knees"

It's way too dark in here, it's silent as the grave

It's cold and clammy, like I'm sealed into a cave

There is no air in here, I'm drowning in my fear

And if I close my eyes, the ground will disappear

I have a chronic phobia, and up until this day

There is no guarantee that it will go away

Nyctophobia, fear of the dark