ANTI

Mouth like a gunshot

Bleed when you kiss me

All eyes blind

Did those fingers miss me?

Cut like a cut

Within me

It seems these wounds

Are smiling

I'm the violence

That learned to paint

Inside out

To make a saint

Oh, mortals

So little of love

They killed me

Often

It is still, my life

I'm not your friend

I'm the Anti-knife

Betrayers

Gathered a thousand skins

But nothing worn

Murdered the king

And took his fucking form

Bless me

Milton's ear was good

For whispers

All belongs to John

Fill this blood with stars

When I'm gone

Trust me

Forever

I don't think you understand

I look just like someone

You used to know

Oh, mortals

So little of love