Therapy between beatings.

Hit" and hit, 
After hit...
Now you hear the ring"
And Now you sit.

in a seat that strengthens 
A clenching fist.
And Ropes to hold 
The painfull spins.
That stop And cope 
Everyone had there mind in the floor.
Flashback images that pain can't ignore.
And let's it scope"
far down the spectators core.
We're now I rip
In other words i flipped.
And Prehend adrenalines thirst"
A zip of the violent violin".

the heart begins to beep...
 Mozart...
And Skills stunt our hearts
Magic is gone
But surprise took it hard.
life is revealing
That it's real the one that can harm.
sights become appealing.
Creating visions to belief 
what's out off the ordinary.
fantasies are evolving to real.
Unfolding dreams dont only create"
but also die, and feel...

And that "lost" ..Represents "fought"
Both honorable seals.
 two spirits we're thought,
And two meals we're won.
And all cuts"
Don't heal well your earning your meal.
Before a battle every man has a shield.

Falling Artsky's
Swing target lights 
to darken the bright.
And bring night. Under the light.
And Confront bright under the knife.

A battle in canvas
That now stands in fourth round 
of the first page.

Without pretend
Skills that made souls forget 
about there's skulls.
Living body's falling dead 
Running back in second
To see this fight had a lost 
not a end.

is what keeps away the violent.
And Your passion stands
But not before one last spit
And the thought,
Of what it is
That makes you loose you're wind 
And gain too close your lids.
What's your reason
for the hand to land.
Don't forget they all punch 
And only hurts
Because there a bunch.
Plotting to sock
Forgetting the clock.
Your time is locked 
Click.. Dodge... strike