Sanguine

In the dead of night,. I find myself.

Still in the reverie of my ambitions,

Such wonderous dreams flow through me

Like the blood in my tempestuous veins.

Ah, how can one be caught in a web of despair?

While on the pursuit of victory?

I throw long blows and strikes with one smile,

Out reveals a mouth full of blood and broken teeth.

Falling and tapping the cold, wet ground like rain in springtime

I am the maniac of mastery, who believes in luck and good fortune