You've got your hands around my throat
Not satisfied with the words that I wrote
I'm fighting just to stay alive
Tonight we break promises you contrive
We own the world and I own you
My skin takes on a sickening hue
White striped red like the Canadian flag
I can't help but feel like a snag
Until I topple over and I know
I know I will never stand below
Thrown across the room you are
After all I've done, you dare ask to spar?
If not now, then I'll fight forever
With your mind so sharp, your tricks so clever
You slash across my failing skin
Deeper and deeper in lines so thin
Content with your work you walk away
Who knows when you'll return to play

The End

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