Coping Mechanism

You say I'm angry, I can't deny that it's burning at my nerves But that's only the symptom You say I'm searching, I tell you now that the things which I have found Could crush your fragile state of mind I call it folklore Wander the moonscape, let your spirit fly Disguised as strength and yet I never question why Wander the moonscape, a dreamworld farewell Your id desires freedom, subterfuge by self Born in my mind a seed of misanthropic fear I can't identify as one of you, I know It's not a phase and it's not a stretch, I'd love rid myself this useless cage of flesh We call it folklore Wander the hallways, let your spirit fly Disguised as innocence, you never question why Wander the hallways, a conscious farewell Your id desires freedom, subterfuge by self Wander the hospital, let your spirit die I am a lonely vessel, a candle in the night Wander the hospital, subconscious farewell Mem'ries and time fade, how long can broken ships sail? Lies and lies from generations die Yet I'm the only one who seems to question why we're here

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

See Sir Frederick Ponsonby, commander of the 12th Light Dragoons And General Jacquinot reacts, the French can see we'll hold our own with smiles Enter the fearsome lancers
 Savage and terrifying, they pierce my flesh 
Wounded in both my arms and 
Out of control I plunge into the fray 

Explore the limits of yourself And ask yourself just how much can you take
 When one can take abuse with smiles
 Then he in turn may lead his men as sons

 When I open up my eyes and try to lift myself out of the mud Hear, "Tu n'es pas mort, coquin?" and quickly followed by another blow

 I feel the steel inside me The pain is overwhelming and blinding 
I taste the blood arising
 My lung is pierced and soon I slip away 

I once again awaken 
So paralyzed, forsaken and alone 
I'm robbed in empty pockets
 A tirailleur will use me as a shield

 Explore the limits of yourself And ask yourself just how much can you take
 When one can take abuse with smiles 
Then he in turn may lead his men as sons

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

All that I've left behind
 All that I've sacrificed
 Never I'll fight again
 Blood is too high a price

 One night before, every chair in here was filled
 Empty inside, staring at vacant thrones of my kin 

Pride undone
 Battles lost, wars we won
 Count the cost Reading the list of slain, weeping in deepening dismay
 There is still loss in gain, do not congratulate Now that we've spoken, now that we've won Pray it's all over, peace has begun

 And now it's time to cast him out The toll of our dead is on him
 And in this world of gears and decay
 Nobody is innocent anyway

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025