Septic Shell Shock

Knee deep in a trench of mud and blood
Infested with disease
Mustard gas melted everything
I no longer resemble me

Lost Friends, gods, and tags
Are my blame
No ground, no ground to gain
For the deformed and insane

Septic shell shock
As low as we can go with this rot that we've wrought

Death comes with out warning - grenade!
Blows apart my left arm, ear, and all of my memories

Collapsing lungs hang next to bruised
Black and purple heart
Collateral cannon fodder
Acceptable loss from the start

Will they remember my sacrifice
For family, king, and country
It's time to open wide
For the mouth of war that bites me

Commanders playing chess
Far away and free of regret
While im dug in deep
Like lice and fleas in a tourniquet

Awakening to the biting
Of a rat king
Entagled entrails and tails
That keep my comrades moving

Septic shell shock
As low as we can go with this rot that we've wrought



Credits
Writer(s): Anbir Mcclure
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