Alright sooo I hate poetry. A lot. But my friend pushed me to have a 'poetry competition' with her. So here's mine, it's not actual poetry but she likes it.
Fighting
He bleeds for his world.
His own blood mixes with others
As it runs down him,
Flowing unevenly over his scars.
His eyes burn bright
As his face pales with the blood loss
And yet he keeps fighting.