The Land of Poems

I'm fighting

I'm writing
I'm typing
My fingers and the screen are colliding

It's exciting
I'm dying
I'm fighting
I'm trying

Trying to keep the rhythm a flow
Trying not to get iced out
Trying to fight these beasts one by one
One hand has a sword and the other a pen

I'm writing
I'm typing
My fingers and the screen are colliding

It's exciting
I'm dying
I'm fighting
I'm trying

Trying to keep this idea alive
Trying to expand the flame
But I'm afraid my tears have outed the fire

I'm writing
I'm typing
My fingers and the screen are colliding

It's exciting
I'm dying
I'm fighting
I'm trying

I'm bleeding
My blood is drying

I'm writing...
I'm typing...
My fingers and the screen are colliding...

It's exciting ...
I'm dying...
I'm fighting...
I'm trying...

But the same sword that I once waved has been used against me

It's exciting...
I'm dying...
I'm no longer fighting