Bruises and bandages
Lips drawn tight and raised brows
Maybe one day
Your mouth of knives
Won't spill blood so easily.
You forget yourself sometimes
How quickly you can switch
From prey to predator.
It's hard to tell who's your friend
When your vision is blood red.
Don't harden your knuckles
On ones who don't deserve it
Save the bruises
For those who need decoration.
