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?
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 4:53 PM UTC
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?
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