{"sf1_id":363155,"sf2_id":"ynZMqy5m","title":"Our Sickness","author":"Anakani","words":438,"posted_at":"2012-04-09T09:00:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","War","lyrics"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/363155-our-sickness","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZMqy5m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fc/78/fc7861ce-be4f-4946-806c-8391a55da82f","description":"#12 of Poems and Such\n\nAnother poem by me which turned into a song. Go figure.","content":"I once walked with the best, my head held high  \nWe pushed further into the cold dead of night  \nWe had fought hard and still we pushed on  \nAnd when the night had faded we looked forward to the new dawn  \n  \nI know I'll never be the same again  \nBut here I stand, my heart had been stained  \nWith the taste of tragedy, came the bitter truth of war  \nI think of what I'm fighting for  \n  \nI know I'll never be the same again  \nWhat is there to feel besides the pain?  \nWith a taste for victory, my life torn apart by war  \nI know peace is what I'm dying for  \n  \nIts our sickness, when push comes to shove  \nWhen your staring down, the barrel of my gun  \nTaste my hatred, for what I hold true  \nAnd know, I saved this shot for you  \n  \nIt's a calming dream shattered by gunfire  \nPiecing together the decimated remains  \nCarrying the broken pieces I hold tight my desires  \nInto the fight I'm down again  \n  \nI ask none to bare my shame  \nWhat is the truth am I insane?  \nAnother day, another way to kill the pain  \nAnd with the new dawn, came another reason to remain  \n  \nIt's my curse, my own design  \nIts what I like, death by my own mind  \nA shattered soldier, I never asked for more  \nI am the end, I am your war\n\n\u0026nbsp;Its our sickness, when push comes to shove  \nWhen your staring down, the barrel of my gun  \nTaste my hatred, for what I hold true  \nAnd know, I saved this shot for you  \n  \nYour name just another mark upon my soul  \nI never hold back I just let it flow  \nAnd know another enemies dead  \nI stand among the few who are left  \n  \nI know I'll never be the same again  \nBut here I stand, my heart had been stained  \nWith the taste of tragedy, came the bitter truth of war  \nI think of what I'm fighting for  \n  \nI know I'll never be the same again  \nWhat is there to feel besides the pain?  \nWith a taste for victory, my life torn apart by war  \nI know peace is what I'm dying for  \n  \nBring me, a quick death  \nLeave me, a dying mess  \nFeed me, my atrocity  \nShow me death by high velocity  \n  \nCovered in blood I still remain  \nAn unknown soldier on this plain  \nBring me down if you can  \nThis is it, time to make my stand  \n  \nI am all that's left  \nDeath a gift I kindly accept  \nIn the name of honor  \nI'll fight and die by the hands of war  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poems and Such","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/362448-country-life.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/363535-never.json"}}