It is in the small things we see it br A spider in the corner br A hairy monster on the prowl br Lighting on a dark night br A flash of ligh that brings a scream of rage br A new room filled with the unknown br The staring faces and smug looks of others br br Later br If you return with a knowledge packed head br You do it with the dreaded anticipation of the day ahead br You do it hiding from the monsters br The laughing monsters of pain and hurt br You do it as a black shadow br Flickering between the light and the dark br br Later br If you survived the hell of a thousand faces br You emerge with painful memories br But also with a hope of a new life br This is short lived br The stacking of bills br A never ending stream of debt br The dark monster trying to steal a loved one away br Emerging behind words of pain and hurt br Smothering your dwindling hope br br Later br After a life fully lived br Your fear is in the struggle to stand br In the winter br The horrific beauty of the ice br In the Last sickness of your lifebr br Analissa Rangebr br