Gloves came off
Hands start to flail
I could hear him cry
But I was set to stay
For as my hands struck his mind
No life could be receipted
I’m in trouble now
My fists deadly
As a venomous mouth
Gloves came off
Hands start to flail
I could hear him cry
But I was set to stay
For as my hands struck his mind
No life could be receipted
I’m in trouble now
My fists deadly
As a venomous mouth
The Horrors of Writing 