Another blow taken
Another laugh given
That one almost hurt
'Good shot boy, harder though'
Another blow taken
You tire of this
But I am just beginning.

Some where deep within I pity you. I know that look in your eyes.
Fear begins to grow within you and I understand why.
You lost count of how many times you have struck.
You wish I would just stay down.
That is a wish I cannot oblige, not until I can feel.
The blood on your hands is mixed now.
You are not sure which is yours and which is mine.
Your knuckles are split and the pain throbs dully
And I am still laughing, begging for more.
Don't give up I am almost there.
The physical almost matching the mental.
'One more time, good and hard and maybe you can win'
You draw back your hand for one last blow
And I hope maybe just maybe I will fall