Murdered dreams lay slaughtered across the crime scene.
Detectives canvas stitching together clues like a sewing machine.
Witnesses gathered sharing differing accounts creating confusion.
Questions haunting like raging pterodactyls in an optical illusion.
Verity wears a coat of integrity and patiently awaits for us to listen.
Truth dims the cold darkened tunnel as night moonbeams glisten.

Murdered dreams lay slaughtered across the crime scene.
Waves slap against the rocky cliffs washing them clean.
Investigators have no suspect so remain standing firm.
Silence intimidates fear’s attack causing many to squirm.
Honesty revels after deceit has used up frequent flier miles.
Awakening and realizing this was a nightmare brings big smiles.