• It's there and I know it.
    Constantly watching and waiting.
    It lives to ruin and to wreak.
    I know it by heart, on the tip of my tongue.
    I could trace every turn, fault, and crack of it.
    But as much as I try I can never catch it.
    Whenever I get close it jumps off the edge into a dark hole and hides.
    Whenever I think that's the end of it, it finds a way to crawl back out.
    I can always feel it, even as it's sleeping.
    When I open my mouth a cold, dark, and shivering lump forms in my throat and blocks out my screams.
    This is an on going war.
    It won't end til one gives up or dies.
    The scary part is, I think I'm loosing.