Something scares you.Something roots you to the spot, Turns your bowels to water, And reminds you why children fear the dark.Its existence is a constant threat to your sanity, And its power over you causes shame.You struggle against its pull.You fight against the cold dreadThat creeps up your spineAnd turns your tongue dumb in your mouth.But you can't win-No one can.Whatever it is, it's simply what you fear: The stuff of nightmares.