She still remembers the way
He would search her skin
With his probing eyes
Hungry for the secrets
They both knew she kept

He'd lay his lips upon
Her scared flesh giving
The fruit of her shame
Holy kisses
Never really sure
If it was her or himself
He was healing

Somewhere beneath the
Short, red slices and
The scar tissue masks
There was a word of
Which only she knew
"Forever"

Carved by a shakey hand
On a clumsy slant,
Easily unseen under it's
Razor made keepers
"Forever"

Often promised to her
In his passionate,
Early morning whispers
That would savagly
Haunt her dreams
"Forever"

Etched in her flesh is
Her eternal curse
To be nothing more
Then her dying self
"Forever"

A mark of oblivion
She must always wear
A reminder of his innocent lies
That would never
Understand themselves
"Forever"