fight (edit)

[vagabond]

fight
 

blind machine guns
fire at words on the run,
you´re a bed-wetter, too,
bloody thoughts a sore wound.
 
behind ears, we don´t hear
but we scream all the more,
any sense is long gone,
but the fighting claws on.
 
angry voices bark sparks,
fan hot fervor and char,
all our scars can´t be faced,
all these ashes, a waste.

fight

 
blind machine guns
fire at words on the run,
you´re a bed-wetter, too,
thoughts a sore wound.
 
behind ears, we don´t hear
but we scream all the more,
the sense is long gone,
the fighting claws on.
 
voices bark sparks,
fan fervor and char,
the scars won´t be faced,
all these ashes, a waste.

mainly I hope for responses wether and what kind of meaning can be drawn from this, but any type of comment is appreciated including harsh critique, pointing out embarrassing spelling or grammar errors, jokes, deviations from topic and surreal associations.