are there dreams at night
you can bring out in unforgiving light
or is it always dark where you are

are there wishes you fish for
but getting lost in the teeming rubble
makes you forget your intent

are there too many voices
crying in chaos yet in unison
or can you still pick out mine

do you bleed and spew
just to show you grew
did you learn you were never whole

are the images too stark
to make you retreat to the dark
or will you keep the lights on