The Boxer's Ode to Life

Uttering vile words as he looks at his bruised face
He tastes blood and sees spots
This is the day of triumph
The crowd chants his glorious name and screams
When he limps our onto stage
The lights are bright
He's drunk with glory, sucking the bottle dry
Soaring above the rest
The lights dim, wounds are bandaged
Limping into the car, the backseat awaits
Beautiful Angel screams his name
The lights are off but shine brightly
As he soars again, drink with love, he sips the bottle
The lights are on, the pants are zipped
Revving the engine the car screams his name
He didn't see the lights and the sound of murder
Broken glass fills the fumed air
He closes his eyes, he sees the lights
They're colorful, then the lights go out
Nothingness consumes him and he is ceased
No lights here - just peace