I wish to reach for the white flag
To stop this bloodshed
This pointless never ending war
But as I reach for it
My arm is blown off

I look upon the ****** lump
With which I used to write
And wonder vaguely as to
Why the world
is so unfair

Through the haze of pain
I stumble to you
Eyes wild, delirious, but dry
Getting blood all over your clean uniform

And I whisper hoarsely in your ear
**Kiss it better?