A tamed fury burned within his eyes,
A vengeance that heavies his soul,
A sorrow that deepens his wounds,
A heart destroyed by the truth.
As his fist takes on the hundredth blow at the bag with no mercy for its shabby form,
His mind takes comfort in the anger that flows out.
As the music bleeds through the earphones,
His knuckles rush to keep the pace strong.
For in the very end of all this,
It is finally him who is wrong.