You find yourself broken. Beaten and drowned.
Straying from consciousness, Tied, gagged and bound.
Your face is disfigured. Beyond recognition.
Steady your breathing. Its just the beginning.
Pumping adrenaline. Sweat dripping frown.
CLenching my fists. For a Barbed Wire Beatdown.
Flurry of punches. Vile frenzy engaged.
Pummel your skull. Inspired by rage.
Knuckles of fury. Weapons setaceous.
Splitting your skin. Deep lacerations.
Savage intentions. Visciously torn.
Rupture complexion. Shatter the jaw.
Swollen defenseless. Coughing up blood.
Cranial cave in. Eyeballs dislodged.
Cheekbones dissolved. Demolish the nose.
Once was your face. Now shredded remains.
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