Deing

Self loathing, frustration, and a painful sad With a mind trying to keep itself glad Armor torn and ripped, dragged across the ground Jagged wounds slowing down the hearts pound The knight fought knowing inevitable loss But with hope in his breast, he fought and he fought Cuts and slashes in every battle A gladiator forced into war for survival He starts falling and his eyes begin to mist Tears trailing eyes, dispersing in the air Failing and falling, unavoidable despair Disappearing into a dark and deep abyss