Competition

all i see is blood
faces are tainted
clothes covered with mud
feelings have fainted

love is nowhere to be found
competition abound
as long as whistles sound
severed limbs do not astound

it is like a burning race
its hard to match the pace
finding a way out of maze
like a mice in daze

even if you do succeed
rewarded for good deed
you are only as good as steed
saddled to speed

losing a moment here
seems to much to bear
even though path is clear
destination is never near

a fly trapped in cobweb,
request plead or beg
till you drop dead,
to be devoured head to leg