Battlefield of my own
(written by: Dominique Green)
Lying there
    blood dripping from my shoe
        mouth missing a few tooths
            my anger in full bloom.
Hesí demolished!
Iíve beat him to a pulp
    heís quivering
        and coughing up (his) blood.
I feel nothing--
    but the anger held within
    begging me to finish him
        give his life an end
it seems the answer
    for in this world he wont survive
    where test upon his manhood
        will force his suicide
this I know
    because he
        was once me
    the prey
        not the predator
then I died
    become the beast.