The leering man that lurks in the shadows.
The rustle of bushes just behind.
The flash of the tree figure peering into the windows.
The shouting of squeaks in your mind.
It isn't the same as when you were little,
With monsters under the bed.
Then, your reasons for fear were simple.
Now you have real horrors instead.
The drink doesn't make daddy angry with you.
It just makes him forget to care.
But you'll get in the car like you always do,
You'll pretend gambling on this life is a dare.
The fear sets in and panic fills your thoughts,
It isn't very long before the shaking won't stop.
Your throat closes up so you start gasping a lot,
You just wish God would answer your prayer with a cop.
The monster beneath your bed says hi,
He hasn't seen you in quite a long time.
All childish fear forgotten with a sigh,
You now deal with bigger demons in their prime.
