Fighting To Be, A Boxers Melody

I circle him, the demon
The fire red 12 oz. stones
The rage building, dazed
He is my own.

Two minutes in, waiting
A glorious bell
A safe haven, blind
Blood flows, a burning hell.

Cold rush, screaming blur
Teeth clenched love, kill him
My shadow approaches
Eyes bleeding at the rim.

Ring blurs, white light
Peace