Nobody Calls Me Chicken - I Am The Ocean

At first:

This knife fight had begun, and with a straight blade

crossed neck the other’s done.

Their intentions: gone fermenting.

And then:

The blood (just) like the bulls, began to run sure as will (a)rise: the sun, end will/could/have come.

Just as quick as their battle had begun, a straight blade

crossed a neck, and the two became or becomes:

The one.

Ends came, run.

(Run for it, Marty!)

(Sure I’ll meet you there)

Seven p.m.

sharp

Still checks his wrist

(for the status on)

His lack-of-clock scars…

(Great Scott!)