Hideaway Home

I spot the tunnel tis is not bright alas a runnel it's in my sight fear of runners in the park leery of gunners after dark Mobsters Ball it is a panic the bathroom stall a hustler manic now I'll close in nowhere to hide a rat's den no tears have dried something disguised what can that be yellow eyes staring at me I can't afford to be frenzied there is a board I'll ward off the envied now I will run back to my dome monster I did stun my hideaway home