Agoraphobia is Besides the Point

Repent not today! 

Leave thy quarters

Face the Balm of Gilead

For there is, there is balm in Gilead

And your coming is long overdue

They all await you in trembling sorrow, 

The fallen procainamide

Refusing to look up, they palpitate in their dreams of you

Clothed naked, 

They fight against you, longing--

Screaming for you

"WHERE ARE YOU"

Must you repent in full?

Sink within bed

Shun antiarrhythmia 

I grant you, you will go to Gilead

And do so i'th mind