the inflation
of your ego
is aparent
what a rush
must be to touch
such a greek god
descendent
so amazing broad chest
not a girl has protest
and yet here I am
turning down your request
and your angry, so vindictive
your addictive
persona is erased
now only disbelief
and madness
on your face
spitting furious words
spewing venemous hurt
then deciding your hands
can continue the work
and we fight
in the night
and for this I wont fail
my minds blacking out
but my fists steadilly wail
on the face of the man
who made me forget
there are nice guys out there
but some men are