It's come to my attention I actually have quite a collection of phobias lol

Arachnophobia
Swinophobia
Ambulothanatophobia
Scopophobia
Tryapanophobia
Dentophobia
Asthenophobia
Contrectophobia
Dromophobia
Koinoniphobia / Ochlophobia
Haptodysphoria

There is another one : Licking dry fabrics or having them in my mouth, but I can't find the correct term!
I also can't find the term for my severe fear of people touching my neck! *shudder*

They are pretty severe, enough to make me break out in sweats and hyperventilate! Sometimes tend to pass out from a certain few...

Born of a phantom father,
Nodding head and knees of water
But Mother simply loved to hurt
This troubled boy, for he was dirt
He had no place in her life,
Causing trouble, always strife.

He took two pills and dropped them in
His mother's cheap yet precious gin,
She passed out within the hour
No longer would he have to cower,
He recalled the misery all his life
And picked up his trusty hunting knife.

One quick jab to her heart,
What he had done was very smart,
No longer would he have to face
His mother dressed in silky lace
Draped unconscious in a chair
While some strange man stripped her bare
And rode her like a fiery horse
He liked to whip her too, of course.

And when they tired of each other
He would have to plead with Mother
To leave him from their twisted games
But Mother felt no guilt or shames
She dragged him screaming to her bed
He quaked in fear at what lay ahead.

Seeing his mother's hungry eyes,
Watching her rub those bristly thighs,
And the feeling of dread would rise inside
When she spread those legs with pride.

He decided there and then
He would never go through this again
So when he tore up his mother's corpse
He felt not one ounce of remorse
And he wore a massive grin
While dumping her in a wheely-bin.

Returning home, the blood was dry
Relization dawned, he began to cry
The sheer horror of what he had done!
He ran and fetched his mother's gun
He held the metal to his head
A single shot and he lay dead.

Not one person seemed to care
When they found him lying there,
Brains amongst his mother's blood
"I always knew he was no good"
No one knew the horrors he braved
A little love was all he craved.

Mother laid on top of son,
Her evil presence weighing a tonne,
The phantom father stood above
And sighed for the son he could never love.

Rebecca O'Brien

Heute treff' ich einen Herrn
Der hat mich zum Fressen gern
Weiche Teile und auch harte
stehen auf der Speisekarte

Denn du bist was du isst
und ihr wisst was es ist

Es ist mein Teil -- nein
Mein Teil -- nein
Da das ist mein Teil -- nein
Mein Teil -- nein

Die stumpfe Klinge gut und recht
Ich blute stark und mir ist schlecht
Muss ich auch mit der Ohnmacht kämpfen
ich esse weiter unter Krämpfen

Ist doch so gut gewürzt
und so schön flambiert
und so liebevoll auf Porzellan serviert
Dazu ein guter Wein
und zarter Kerzenschein
Ja da lass ich mir Zeit
Etwas Kultur muss sein

Denn du bist was du isst
Und ihr wisst was es ist

Es ist mein Teil -- nein
Mein Teil -- nein
Denn das ist mein Teil -- nein
Yes it's mein Teil -- nein

Ein Schrei wird zum Himmel fahren
Schneidet sich durch Engelsscharen
Vom Wolkendach fällt Federfleisch
auf meine Kindheit mit Gekreisch