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The eyes
The objects that make me observe
All i ever see is fakeness dishonesty and dispair
So sit down and stare
The mouth
It calls out and says it is time
It shows signs
That i am alive
The arms
These forsaken objects that make me weep
They cause nothing but trouble
And make my life bleek
The legs
The body relies on them and begs
To run away the pain
They stop me from going insane
The ears
They hear nothing but screams
And about fallen dreams
The brain
It is the epicenter of my thoughts
It has caught
Everything i have thought about and done
the heart
it gives me a jump start
just like a shopping cart
it keeps going until one day it will stop
And like a stone in the air
My body will drop