Bloody hands

These hands are weapons
These hands aren't weak
These hands have been training
These hands make blood flow

I hate you
I want to end you
I want to break your nose
I want you to spit blood

I want to burst your eye
I want to crush your skull
I want you to bleed
To plead

I need to get rid of this tension
I need to let it go
My fists are clenching
My fists are ready to go

I feel like I'm dead
Like I have no control
When I hit your cheek
When I heard you moan

I snapped back to earth
I came back home
Your lip was bleeding
You were pleeding

I walked away
Away from you
From the blood on your face
From the blood on the floor