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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2095311
Always been a fighter...
Rattlin' rope
Tremblin' heart
Brroken nose
Bubblin' blood
Eyes gone black
Dark as night
Toothless smile
Fixin' for a fight

Bell goes ring
Ding a ling ding
Lights go out
Like a pistol
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Fallin' down
N' spittin' up
Blood so red
Lips all cut

Always been a fighter
That's his best defence
Doesn't really matter
Where it's gonna end
Put 'em in a corner
Hit 'em 'til they bleed
Knockin' 'em right
Into next week

A boomin' voice
Countin' to ten
Oiled up boys
Screamin' his name
Ole Lucy's mouth
Ne'er been so wide
Like it's made
For catchin' flies

He stands up
N' does a dizzy dance
In his face
Six pairs of hands
Fourfivesix...
Eightnineten...
Then Ole Lucy
Throws the towel in

Always been a fighter
That's his best defence
Doesn't really matter
Where it's gonna end
Put 'em in a corner
Hit 'em 'til they bleed
Knockin' 'em right
Into next week

He's headin' home
Hurtin' like hell
In his ears
Some distant bell
Ole Lucy's there
At the wheel
She looks old
As he feels

He's laying down
N' almost gone
Two deep breaths
From oblivion
Fallin' down
Feelin' light
Toothless smile
Fixin' for a fight

Always been a fighter
That's his best defence
Doesn't really matter
Where it's gonna end
Put him in a corner
Hit him 'til he bleeds
Knockin' him right
Into next week

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