What a babble

As foul babble fell blue toothed to the grim floor, a sharp eye looked up ad spied the vicious onslaught of nasty words slip off the tongue like a drunk unicycle with an evil streak of vileness. Ear pricked and felt the full force of the backlash. Blood spilled and a faint laughter was to be heard as regret trod its tired soul through the corridor towards its goal.