"Graphic Violence"

I'm sure it was all a big joke?
Your hands round her neck
Sobbing as she choked!

I'm sure it made you feel like a man?
Knocking out her front teeth
Blacking up her eye
Rolling the dice
And casting the dye.

Stuttering on a word
That rhymes with "Mascari"
He pulls back his fist
Testing his theory.

He connect's with her jaw
With a sickening "crack"
Confirming the query
Of this inexcusable attack.

She's belongs to him
He does as he pleases.
He downs anouther can
As air escapes as she wheezes.

I'M sure it was your parents fault
Blaming them for your upbringing?
It wasn't your mum's fault
 the housekeeping
Money went missing.

The sin's of the father
Transfer to the son
The cowards way out
That can't be undone.

Maybe socity is to blame?
Or some other excuse
For this sick atrocity exabition,
She didn't say "hit me"
Or give you her permission.

Now she's battered,
 Beaten and broken in two
It wasn't her fault
It wasn't her
it was you!

Bleeding on the sofa
A nightmare while awake
Crying,
Concust,
Unable to escape.

Obay,
Dominate,
Remain,
Replay,
He's the captain of her soul
And of this twisted masquerade.

While behind closed doors
A new battle rages
With words for fists
And misprenounced phrases.

This is the great English pass time
They suffer in scilence,
Eastenders
Fish & chips,
With a side order of
Graphic violence.