Battle Hardened (Philosophical P...
• Written by Poisonous_Antidote
Gunshots, fill the air all around.
Shell craters littering the ground.
The battle rages but you can't hear a sound.
I'm screaming for a medic but my body won't be found.
I constantly endure this conflict.
A hardened general on the front lines.
The tears mix with blood as fire blazes in the night.
I'll never win this battle, I'm fighting not to lose.
My soldiers take up arms to defend against the noose.
So here I am leading the charge, armed with pencil and pad,
Fending off the the helicopters, tanks and soldiers of my past.
I'll always be plagued by the horrors of the war,
I’ll never be able to settle the score.
The battle's still raging but PTSD is already here.
I'm still pushing, shooting bullets made of lyrics.
But now I'm being shredded up by armor piecing fear.
Carpet bombed with anxiety, milking out the tears.
Eliminating normalcy with snipers on the rooftops.
Aiming down at occupied and unsuspecting victims.
The screams and shouts get amplified like otherworldly rhythms.
I think I’d rather die now if this is the price of living.
All of this is too much for one person to be given.
Soon I’ll erase the sounds of battle,
Get rid of all the frags.
Clean up all the blood and disarm all the Mags.
This ain’t cuz I won. No don’t get it confused.
It’s because I lost and now I’m waving the white flag.
