The Fire Inside (overhauled)

I posted this few days back then realized that it sucked, in my disgust I deleted it. But then I decided to completely rebuild it with new and brand name parts. (not the cheap generic stuff) "I have the technology" I said to myself. Thank you to Montrealpoet for bringing the design flaws to my attention before they became a potential safety hazzard. I think its a much better and smoother running machine now. The Fire inside There is a taste of asphalt and a vision of the sky. Leave this place, you can't ride here, what you gonna cry? A single tooth is lying there, atop a splatter of red. Get up get up, you must get up, get up or soon be dead! Look at him he craves more punishment, even after my strike! Go on men and laugh with me, lets trash his friggin bike! A pinch of gasolene burns his nose as it runs across his eye. Deep within him something burns, and the kid decides to try. Inside there is a whir of fission and a brilliant flash of red. The three that stand there laughing stop and anger turns to dread. Number 1 gives his ribs away and gravel for his teeth. Number 2 gives his arm away and his left knee buckles beneath. Number 3 he is the toughest yet and here he breaks a knuckle. But lying in blood on the cold cement number 3 ceases his chuckle. Piloting his wounded machine, a machine that men have cast. He begins to smile inwardly, never once regretting his past. He gazes toward the red horizon, taking in the cities song. There's something new inside of him, the child has grown strong. Someone new is coming, just a kid desiring respect. The three are finally gone now, and this one he'll protect.