Blood on the Floor...

Blood on the floor,
blood on the wall,
stinging in my cheek,
I can barely recall.
His fist had flown,
he had caught my cheek,
now there's a bruise,
it'll be there a week.
The sky darkens,
as clouds roll in,
the sun is hidden,
it's never shinin'.
Hear it howl,
the wind blows,
now watch this,
my blood it flows.
Dark and red,
sadistic pleasure,
masochistic pain,
that's a rare treasure.
The sun has set,
no light to be seen,
physical pleasure,
sweat creates a sheen.
Sweet and sticky,
salty and slick,
left without a word,
damn, what a prick.