Porphyrophobia

Porphyrophobia (from Greek porphyros, "purple") is fear of the color purple. This a subclass of chromophobia, the fear of colors. Like all other phobias, including all color phobias, the original cause of porphyrophobia traces back to a traumatic experience involving the color purple in the past. Even though purple is the symbolic color of royalty, people can suffer from purple phobia quite readily due to a traumatic encounter that is not a very common color around. For example, getting hit by a purple car, resulting in serious consequences. Porphyrophobics would try to avoid seeing or encountering purple, and due to the rarity of the color, suffering panic would not occur that readily. Sufferers (especially those who had purple poison ivy rash) may associate purple with poison, readily causing toxiphobia.

Sufferers will avoid eating grapes, plums, eggplants, or anything purple.

I don't know what I was thinking

Leaving my child behind

Now I suffer the curse

Knowing now I am blind

With all this anger, guilt and sadness

Coming to haunt me forever

I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river

Is this revenge I am seeking

Or seeking someone to avenge me

Stuck in my own paradox

I wanna set myself free

Maybe I should chase and find

Before they'll try to stop it

It won't be long before I'll become a puppet

It's been so long

Since I last have seen my son

Lost to this monster

To the man behind the slaughter

Since you've been gone

I've been singing this stupid song

So I could ponder

The sanity of your mother

I wish I lived in the present

With the gift of my past mistakes

But the future keeps luring in like a pack of snakes

Your sweet little eyes

Your little smile, is all I remember

Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper

Justification is killing me

But killing isn't justified

What happened to my son, I'm terrified

It lingers in my mind

And the thought keeps on getting bigger

I'm sorry my sweet baby

I wish I've been there

It's been so long

Since I last have seen my son

Lost to this monster

To the man behind the slaughter

Since you've been gone

I've been singing this stupid song

So I could ponder

The sanity of your mother