The Arena

The Arena

The blood, it drips from my fist
Knuckles raw from constant conflict
My face splattered pink and red
From walking through the crimson mist

Fighting everything from gladiators to lions
Will torn to shreds from continuous trying
I will never give up my life
But if I said I hadn't thought about it I would be lying

Seems like every possible enemy
Is entered into the arena with me
My faithful weapon still in my hand
Because the opposition rings with infinity

Round after round the crowd cheers for more
My wrists are sprained and my ligaments tore
I can't seem to stay on my feet
Blood in my eyes from all the gore

I know there is not a way to survive
A restless warrior in the arena of life
Doesn't mean I have to lay down and take it
I will fight this battle until I die

I will battle on like the ones who fell before
I will fight what's next when the crowd wants more
I will die, But not today!
I've only just begun this war

LukeCoomer ©