Runner

Shoot them
Down to rubble ....
Bleed , bleed my house , let it call out bewildered from the audible shrapnel .....
Hunger pangs , pang the dealer ..he comes and goes no bread little sorrows 
Lead the light to the lamp , it walked a ways to the wall , alone alone she dulls ....
Run and run far from
Sight , if she comes back let her grieve , maybe she will be better tomorrow....