i wrote a purr-em

[onlyplaylucky]

At the end of the war and it’s quiet now

Divided and broken, conquered and cold

Blood and milk spilled all over the ground

The door falls open, we’ll never grow old

The blackness of this barren room

Burns your feet from step to step

As empty and fruitless as my womb

All we fought for here lies dead

And the old folks would say keep moving on

No use meddling in what you can’t mend

But all those folks who know are gone

And it’s children left to clean the bloodshed

So here we are now, you and I

Spitting hate from face to face

Tender love that ran awry

As I chased you from place to place

And you shot me in the back while I was loading my gun

Crying over spilled milk never helped anyone