Fist-Killed  
by GlassJaw

Dear Readers Please Enjoy                               
                      

Your Fists Punched My Face     
All that blood a disgrace.     
My Nose and Jaw       
Made puddles on the floor.     
My eyes were blackened     
The sockets were cracked     
They oozed bloody fluid     
As I fell  on my back.     
You sat on my chest     
Beginning The Ground and Pound     
The breaking of bones was the only sound     
Soon I was Pulp   
Thirty-two minus     
Cheek bones caved in     
My body was about to go for a swim   
Only to submerge      
In the dark and the din