Fights

Fights.
They energize the air,
stimulate the auditory sense,
blind the eyes,
race the pulse, the hormones,
burn each soul down to ashes,
mar the love that was meant only for you.
You don't think of the beautiful gone years,
care, dreams, vows or respect.
All you feel is the blood.
Tainted maroon blood.
Who is to be blamed?
Fights.