I began my journey as just a boy <br />I knew there was only excitement and joy <br />to be found as I carefully placed each step up to the cage. <br />With a smirk I felt the anger, fury, and rage <br />exfoliate out of me. <br /> <br />I step into the ring raising my hood <br />approaching the meal that awaits <br />I walk towards him feeling the tension grow, then he states, <br />'Lets do this'. <br /> <br />Immediately the beast within is released once more <br />like a lion on a gazelle I tore, and scored his body. <br />After the skirmish was through the red in my eyes <br />slowly withered away as I watched my prey's soul die. <br /> <br />As a fighter the worst thing is losing <br />but whats amusing is how I know they will learn from there mistakes.. <br />They will be the ones one day to do the Abusing.. <br />One day they will no longer be the Prey, but instead the predator.<br /><br />Jordan Antrim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-spilt/
