Are you afraid of the the monster
that you know lurks under you bed?
Too scared to look yet you shrug it off as parinoia.
Are you afraid of thinking what creeps in the shadow
even though you know the answer?
Are you afraid of death,
knowing one day it'll visit you?
I would ask you if you are afraid of this, but I know.
I always know.
Never looking in the darkness that looms in your life
in the corner of your eye.