Sitting in my corner awaiting the bell, when it goes off im back in my hell.
Three, two, one the bell has been rung, now i will show you what i have become.
Landing the punches, the girl starts to bleed, the animal inside me has come out to feed.
The rage that builds up starts taking control, it feel's like going to Satin to hand him you're soul.
As she hits the floor, the crowd's shouting for more, I stand back to show you what you came here for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I presume you were on stage, for a moment there i thought you were a violent person........lol......i like this one a lot