Fear has no face—

Just ice beneath your skin,

A phantom's breath 

Against your neck.

No form to fight,

Only shadows that dance

In peripheral vision,

And heartbeats that thunder

In empty rooms.

When midnight whispers

Crawl through your veins,

And darkness wraps 

Its fingers around your throat—

What beast do you battle?

This faceless monster

That haunts us all,

Universal in its touch,

Yet personal in its torment.

But look closer:

These demons are mirror-made,

Born in mind's labyrinth.

No creatures lurk 

Beyond the lamplight,

No claws scratch at windows.

Just your mind—

Master storyteller,

Painting devils in darkness,

Finding teeth in the wind.

What power we hold,

To create our own ghosts,

And just as easily,

Set them free.