Does it growl like some angered creature?
Does it have eyes like hellfire?
Do its claws and fangs drip blood?
Does it lurk at night under the full moon?
Does it dwell beneath the beds of sleeping children?
Or is it something more subtle?
Something more everyday?
Is it the snide remark that cuts?
Is it the darkness that look back at us in the mirror?
Is it the shadow on our hearts?
Is it hate?
Does it drive a gun to fire?
A Knife to stab?
A fist to curl?
Or is it even something,
That we can define?