The Brute Poem by Cory Fox

His labored breathing hissed
As such a spiteful spirit sought
My blood spilled on the floor
Well, what are you waiting for?
Don't give restraint a second thought

Stare down my smiling fist
And kindly tell me what you find
I'll take aim at your heart
And finish what you start
Oh, justice never felt so blind

But I could not have missed
Tears behind the fire in your eye
Like blood in wine
They're just like mine
As I watched our virtue die