It’s a beast
Dark and brooding,
Always hiding in the shadows,
Always following you around.
You never see it coming,
But you know it’s always there
Stalking you, mocking you,
Spinning you round and round,
As you try to catch a glimpse
Of its long, wispy tail.
Instead it hunts you in the dead of night.
Sitting on your pillow, standing over your head,
Making you overthink everything ever said.
You cry, but it laughs and continues on
You sit upright and count down:
By then the beast has gone.
But it’s made its mark as you lay there in the dark
You feel eyes upon your brain where it left its stain
You feel where its paw had stood, your stomach all in uproar
Your pulse races, your thoughts are loose.
You go through life the best you can,
Avoiding the shadows, keeping to the bright-lit path
But you still spot it trailing in the shadows,
Licking its fang-ed maw.ns 220.127.116.11da2