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Idk this came out lamer than i intended

Burning lungs with no desire
to put out hearts of burning fire
Screaching mouths that make no sound
Where will these words ever be found

Blind eyes see better better in black and whites
Deaf ears hear only noise not sound
Crippled senses lead to no more fights
Broken fingers grasp what cant be found

Calling without being heard
Why cant you trust the only word
To be placed in your head
Memories are lost
like all the words that'd been said

Crippling down in a squeezing fist
Memorys a slowly dying list
breaking the bones that once built towers
To break down in a year soil an flowers

Burning lungs are screaming to find
The eyes set upon the flame
Even if there is nothing set into mind
These things will never change
Yet will never be the same.