Back to the wall
he falls
crying
broken
on concrete
he lands
wide eyes staring into moons spotlight
revealing mistakes
regret
he need to escape
The winner, the king
looks down upon him
red eyes glowing in nights heat
hate dripping from victory's sweat
breath
heavy
cold
bloody fingers
hanging
limp
in losers lap
looking round he sees
the girl
worth fighting for
love of his life
too far to grasp
alone he sits
watching her go
