# Our Sickness

Author: Anakani
Tags: Poem, War, lyrics

#12 of Poems and Such

Another poem by me which turned into a song. Go figure.

I once walked with the best, my head held high  
We pushed further into the cold dead of night  
We had fought hard and still we pushed on  
And when the night had faded we looked forward to the new dawn  
  
I know I'll never be the same again  
But here I stand, my heart had been stained  
With the taste of tragedy, came the bitter truth of war  
I think of what I'm fighting for  
  
I know I'll never be the same again  
What is there to feel besides the pain?  
With a taste for victory, my life torn apart by war  
I know peace is what I'm dying for  
  
Its our sickness, when push comes to shove  
When your staring down, the barrel of my gun  
Taste my hatred, for what I hold true  
And know, I saved this shot for you  
  
It's a calming dream shattered by gunfire  
Piecing together the decimated remains  
Carrying the broken pieces I hold tight my desires  
Into the fight I'm down again  
  
I ask none to bare my shame  
What is the truth am I insane?  
Another day, another way to kill the pain  
And with the new dawn, came another reason to remain  
  
It's my curse, my own design  
Its what I like, death by my own mind  
A shattered soldier, I never asked for more  
I am the end, I am your war

 Its our sickness, when push comes to shove  
When your staring down, the barrel of my gun  
Taste my hatred, for what I hold true  
And know, I saved this shot for you  
  
Your name just another mark upon my soul  
I never hold back I just let it flow  
And know another enemies dead  
I stand among the few who are left  
  
I know I'll never be the same again  
But here I stand, my heart had been stained  
With the taste of tragedy, came the bitter truth of war  
I think of what I'm fighting for  
  
I know I'll never be the same again  
What is there to feel besides the pain?  
With a taste for victory, my life torn apart by war  
I know peace is what I'm dying for  
  
Bring me, a quick death  
Leave me, a dying mess  
Feed me, my atrocity  
Show me death by high velocity  
  
Covered in blood I still remain  
An unknown soldier on this plain  
Bring me down if you can  
This is it, time to make my stand  
  
I am all that's left  
Death a gift I kindly accept  
In the name of honor  
I'll fight and die by the hands of war

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