Talk Sh*t. Get Hit.

Don't ever talk about me.
My knuckles wrapped in lace.
You end is drawing closer.
As My fist collides with your face.

As you lay there with a grin.
I hit you more and more.
As I get up off your body.
Starring at it scrawled across the floor.

I notice your not moving.
Oh I hoped this day would come.
Here come all the sirens.
Now I'm on the run.

*ForbiddenSoul*