Shot Through

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Courageous in but its not coming out.
Pierce it through with all the doubt.
Mounted high and observed too long.
Where is it coming from?
Questions stated with answers unknown.
Feels like predictions of dog with a bone.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Jagged at the edge of bringing relief.
Someone again is calling for a chief.
Analyse and comprehend what might be OK.
Here is how it fades away.
Hobbled by a dimension in rutted groove.
That should be the cue for a change in mood.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Value placed upon the outspoken.
Acting as though they are the awoken.
Agend wrapped in shrouds and shills.
Why is it this always spills?
Comments passed without an urge.
Soon will come the endless purge.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Ratchet the response and make a claim.
If it goes wrong simply point the blame.
Handsfree is not meant to excuse.
Days stolen by a ruse.
With complication never overcome.
This is where piles the mound of scum.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.