I Beat Myself Black And Blue!

I dragged myself by the collar To the center of the open field None was there Except some birds and insects Over my head Floating freely on the lap Of the wide and high And kissing the winds The cloud lets Soft and passionate, Below standing Me the tragic hero With stern face And red eyes Ready to do the action To punch to kick To whip and beat black and blue For the every vices and evils He had been or used to do I would not let him go scot free To come back to me to accompany So I pushed him into a bottle And threw him into the river The instigator, the provocateur I the alter ego break up with you for ever!