Bare knuckles smashing into faces
Bones snapping against the cold hard floor
Hot blood splattering all over the breathing space
Too tired to wimp but ever strong to throw punches back and forth
A thousand black eyes with deafening blindness
Two parties with a mind and soul locked in eternal combat
With battle after battle this cage war produces no Victor and vanquished
Just two survivors with unequal strength
I, the weak already giving up to get soothing peace
You, the mad half having no remorse gorging my insides
I, at the edge already done with the par
But the thrill and bloodspill draws me back
After all, my body is the battleground with the war ending us both
You, my insanity is the source of creativity
And I, your life.

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