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Return To Streetfighting 2: Horror Over Honor

Return To Streetfighting 2: Horror Over Honor

A Poem by Joseph - Michael
"

I don't know why, but here I go again.

"

 

When I Walked Back Into The Dark Hardcore World

 

I Was All Prepared And All Ready For The Next Fight

 

Stood Still And Watched The Battles Between Bad Bloods

 

It Wasn't What I Thought As It Would've Been Any Ordinary Night

 

I Can't Even Begin To Describe It Because I Was Lost Of Words

 
 

There Weren't Any Of The Mercy; Neither Nor Salvation
 
 
 
The Angst Guy Was Filled With Nothing But Rage
 
He Was Beating His Opponent Halfway To The Death
 
The Wild Crowds Were Screaming For More Bloods
 
No One Seemed To Be Care If That Guy Lost His Breath
 
It Felt Like We Were Back Into The Old Dark Age
 
 
 
There Weren't Any Of The Remorse; Neither Nor Absolution
 
 
 
After The Fight Was Over And The Angst Guy Won
 
Without Any Warnings I Was Called In To Fight Him Next
 
I Couldn't Help It But Looking At Him Covered In Bloods
 
His Scream Sounded That He's Enjoying It Better Than Sex
 
It Sounded Like There's Some Nasty Fireworks Going On
 
 
 
There Weren't Any Of The Regret; Neither Nor Retribution
 
 
 
As Soon As I Stepped Into The Uneven Circle Ground
 
He Quickly Jumped On Me And Gave Me All Of His Might
 
We Were Fighting Hard Without Bonding Our Own Bloods
 
His Worn Out Fists Have Knocked Me Out Of My Sight
 
I Never Saw The End Of The First Unexpected Round
 
 
 
There Weren't Any Of The Guilt; Neither Nor Recognition
 
 
 
When I Got Up Slowly Over On My Knees And Saw My Hands
 
I Looked Up To See Him And He Gave Me A Kick In The Face
 
My Head Landed On The Dirty Floor And I Looked At The Bloods
 
I Was Thinking About How Unfair The Fight Went On The Base
 
Obviously That I Entered At Wrong Time In The Wrong Land
 
 
 
I Have Finally Come To Understanding Him At The Full Realization
 
It Was Not About His Own Selfish Acts But His Unholy Reputation
 
 

© 2013 Joseph - Michael



Author's Note

Joseph - Michael
That bastard cheated. I believe that he was all hyped up from the steriods, but one of these day.

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Joseph - Michael
Joseph - Michael

Detroit, MI



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I'm no one special. I'm just a single father in the MMA training to kill the anger and the personal pain in order to move on. Whenever I'm not busy, even with the damn procrastination issue, I try my .. more..

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