fear is the ghoul
that taps you on the shoulder
as your rooms temperature
drops two degrees colder
and the wind outside
creeps onto your floor
prying an inch or so
from your creaking closet door
you force yourself to think
that theres nothing there
but you cant be sure
so you sit and stare
at the slithering sleek blackness
that seems to sooth the dead
and creeps under your curled toes
and lingers beneath your bed

as you walk home at night it walks with you
each step you take it follows
hiding in the pitch black shadows
the fear is hard to swallow
it bathes beneath the cars
and trickles from tree to tree
hideous horrors hiding they must be there for you
but not for you to see
even as you step inside the comfort of your home
you stare at the dark stairs that rise below you
to the basement where daunting sounds and dark things roam
and you climb the stairs hoping to escape begging to reach the door
but theres something following you clawing at your feet
and hiding between the cracks in the floor
you quicken your pace and turn the key
struggle with the stiff knob and finally
you lunge through the door
hopefully it will protect you
from those things that are unsure

see thats the idea of fear i'm told
we only fear what we do not know

but you know theres something behind you
so dont look over your shoulder
fear is geting colder
fear is getting closer
so jump in bed
and tuck your head under the covers
god only knows
theyll protect you from the others
things in your mind with yellow eyes
horns, sharp claws, and teeth
somehow warded away
by blankets and sheets
as if by some magical might so sit up and turn on the light
for what we see is what we know
and when we know.. we do not fright.
but i fear i might be wrong
i might be wrong i might be right.