The Red Knuckle

Bravely fought in experiment curious pain brings forth a scent it smells red like pain it feels right as rain so another and another flood the gates is it that face that you hate? sudden like a snap resonates another smack more force makes curiousity an immovable object with such verocity a little less is never enough you cant even say you have it rough so when it gets old and white is red then dont worry your little head no bruise will call on your assistance against this wall so will you reach for the slice the scraping vice that rends flesh like fish in sea glittering and shimmering among your plea oh may this end but no you want it so you do dont you though this isnt sorrow its pain that starts the wheels no matter how your voice squeals drowned out in the fog of your mind