You had it comin

You keep lookin at me, daring me with your squinty eyes,

actin like your badass but we both know its lies.

I've had enough your going to die

you can fight if you want but its a wasted try.

I watch the blood stream from your nose

Its all over the floor, soakin your clothes.

next I hear the crackin of your bones,

 your leg was never meant to bend that way,

It seems as though time is froze.

Your choking on your own blood spitting out your teeth,

your all but finished now your eyes full of disbelief.

one last kick for good measure.

It was all for my pleasure.