you left me hanging on the ropes but I'm still swinging while the ref is begging me to choke dirty looks and bitter crowds signal the fight is fucking done. you best believe there's a war between I and me if that hasn't ended us better teach your fists to speak a little more thoroughly these gloves converse speaking tongues a stigmata stir syllables echo through arenas as teeth forget their roots round two eyes show through the black and blue I'll taste fear in your sweat before you'll witness my final breath I wrapped my wrists with her colors I held them high and proud with her hands on his leg I watched her watch me from the crowd I'm suffocating while I'm waiting for the bell to ring this breathing commences when I see through your shattered teeth I took this match from a harlot called destiny alluded an inevitable knock out didn't specify who'd be bleeding all I have to offer is a kidney or rupture spleen cause my fate's still double dutching with my heart strings if this bloody canvas can be the stage for our disease I'll gasp poetry to this stampeding heartbeat tap out when you comprehend loyalty I'll respond when I reconcile with indifference if you work on holding your breath I will concentrate on thrusting every ounce of my distaste through the back of your head

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