PHOBIA

Step after step further into the dark
Wolves hauling, it must be my demon's park
Atychiphobia fastened heartbeat
Too fast it slows the feet
A wilting and waning faith
Calling for a baptismal bath
Smiles don't heal the hurt inside
Still I strode with a loathful stride
One last try, one last try, cried a faint will

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