Knuckles rattle flesh
Bones crunch and vessels split
Time and again
Lying blooded on the floor
Toe caps denting the skull
Ribs imprinted by soles of boots
Screams ring out
As the air escapes at speed
From my internal injuries
Breathless in tears
Flooded by blood
Prone and limp I stagnate
Again and again
This agression lusting indavidual
Continually pugilating
Punch drunk and obsessed
Drifting in and out of hell
When will it stop
Snapping and crunching
Trauma after trauma
Colidascopes of colour
Inprinted on flesh
Like beacons emblazen
The full truth of actions
Lying cold and pasty
Lifeless and pale
Left for dead
I drag my carcus along the floor
Agonisingly stretch for the phone
Agonisingly and tentivly
Punching in the emergency number
Clinging to conciousness by finger tips
Pass information with last breaths
Will help arrive,or will trauma return

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s