Steph Morrow Shenanigans

Funny how one day you can wake up

And the darkness engulf

See no way out of the mist

Why care about this stuff?

The blackness drags you down

No light in sight

Demons are dancing 

All through the night

What’s the point in this life

What difference do I make

What can I change despite all the strife

Must paint that smile on ready to fake

Unexceptional

Undervalued

Unappreciated 

And misunderstood 

A smiling tiger is waiting

For you 

Alone 

In the deep dark woods

Soft words on the tongue

White teeth razor sharp

Draws you in with kind words 

As if it’s some kind of art

Amber eyes gazing

Large paws kneading

Striped tail flicking

Can already smell bleeding

Ready to strike the blow

And enjoying the power

Enthusiastically waiting 

For that final hour

No care of the damage

The demons unleashed

Darkness ensuing

Somebody please tame this beast

Toying with food

As its a game

Malice and torment

As if it’s a claim to fame 

Poor little mouse

Like a lamb to the slaughter

Feel like drawing

Can’t get your head above water

A chance to escape

A crack of light

You may need to keep running

All alone through the night

Run little mouse

There’s no time to scream

Your demons are coming 

This isn’t a dream.