Fighting My Heartbeat

Late, on a stubborn evening,

Were engaged in a tough combat.

A sinister clash, lethally cold,

Both aggressors won't last.

It spoke a language of its own,

Rage! An internal mutiny.

Naive! In a violent world,

So vulnerable to treachery.

No matter how hard you pull the leash,

To succumb the opponent to defeat.

Each blow costs a hundred deaths,

When you try to fight your heartbeat.