your hands are calloused
your knuckles raw
your mouth is ******
your opponent on the floor
your heart is broken
your mind is numb
you’ve given up on hope
you don’t know what you’ve become
your victories stem from pain
your power from dismay
your glory from rage
you always knew it’d end up this way
one more fight
one more scar
one more win
to remind you who you are
every now and then
in the middle of a fight
her laugh echoes in your head
it reminds you of the light
the light you once had in your soul
the light which he stole
the light which kept you sane
the light which kept you whole
the thought of her
makes you push harder and faster
memories of her touch
remind you of your happily never after
the last time you saw her
the last time you tasted those lips
you always knew it’d come to an end
but just not like this
so you go in for that extra punch
you train that extra night
you cross the limits one more time
you win every last fight
victory after victory
you’re going through the motions
only you and her know
that you’re devoid of emotion
for a hero you’re called
and a champion as well
the truth is, however,
that you’re just a bitter man going through hell
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
your hands are calloused
your knuckles raw
your mouth is ******
your opponent on the floor
your heart is broken
your mind is numb
you’ve given up on hope
you don’t know what you’ve become
your victories stem from pain
your power from dismay
your glory from rage
you always knew it’d end up this way
one more fight
one more scar
one more win
to remind you who you are
every now and then
in the middle of a fight
her laugh echoes in your head
it reminds you of the light
the light you once had in your soul
the light which he stole
the light which kept you sane
the light which kept you whole
the thought of her
makes you push harder and faster
memories of her touch
remind you of your happily never after
the last time you saw her
the last time you tasted those lips
you always knew it’d come to an end
but just not like this
so you go in for that extra punch
you train that extra night
you cross the limits one more time
you win every last fight
victory after victory
you’re going through the motions
only you and her know
that you’re devoid of emotion
for a hero you’re called
and a champion as well
the truth is, however,
that you’re just a bitter man going through hell
