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
Saturday, November 3, 2007