I want to fight you to the death

I want to fight you to the death.
Meet me in the bedroom, we'll settle this thing.
Tooth and nail.
Failure and dream.
Take off your shirt,
I'll roll up my sleeves.
You start to yell
and I'll scream.
You'll tell me that I'm crazy
and you hated running with me.
I'll call you a liar and talk about your
alcohol problem seriously.
And when blood starts to pour out of the room.
We'll sweep it back in, this is between me and you.
I'll say your penis is too small.
You'll tell me you never liked my tits.
Beat and fuck and cut and burn
until all that's left is two skeletons
dancing away in the night, unblemished.
Tearing metal tee-shirts to pieces
and ripping collage posters off the wall.