Drip
Blood
Crimson red and so beautiful
Maybe that's not the word
Majestic
That's it
Not gorgeous or even horrifying
Just majestic

Blood
Dripping from my nose
No big deal
Drip
With every drop I try to stop
Failure

Drip
Endlessly crimson
No matter how much I try to stop it
Drip
Another drop shows me failure
Dripping faster and faster
The sink fills
Drip
Drop by drop
I face my own mortality
A friend walks in
I reply its not a big deal

Drip
As I look in the mirror
My face like a rose
Resembling my own death
Drip
With the sweet red turning darker
Than the dawn to night
As the world starts to spin
I get light headed
Drip
One last drop
I drop
Dead

I had a nice poem
I erased it because of a friend
That friend made fun of my poem
For that I hate him
That friend's name is Michael

It was nearly over in the cold dark October;
And each separate modified driving leaving us begging for more.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—as I sank in sorrow
These dirt driving devils, so hard to catch the win we might as well call it Elenore
For the season of speed and chasing the lead was over, we had lost Elenore—
           Trophyless here begging for more

In this very week
I walked down the street
And looked past my feet
I saw a crack in the ground that wasn't sleet
I thought that if the world is as broken as the concrete
Then like Forman vs Ali
We would soon face a great defeat

Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Was said by he
He who set boxing free
Rumble young man rumble
He said he was the greatest before he even knew
So no wonder he won Rumble in the Jungle
And knocked Williams out in just a few

If you dreamed of beating Ali, you better wake up and apologize
If you don't Ali will give you a beating
Even with blind eyes
Liston caught it first hand and no one heard his cries

For he's so fast he turns off the lights and makes it to bed before they go out
You can ask anyone without a doubt
He wasn't the greatest; he was the double greatest
As a catcher talks to a batter at the mound
Talking about and picking the round
He would knock you out and you have now found
That Ali is the greatest
And by far the best

If I died tomorrow, would anybody care
Would they be drowning in their sorrow, wishing I was there
To make everything alright, to be by your side
Cause in the end I was a true friend
It doesn't mater if your sad or mopey
Alls I have to do is crack a couple jokes see
I can brighten up the mood, inside any room
thats my personality, so why cant anyone see
You don't know what you got til its gone, til its gone

Fire I was born
Ashes I have risen
Victory... I shall walk