Kisses That Leave Scars, are Called Bites...

Hes slimy
hes scum
he never stopped and looked before.
But now his hungry eyes they stare...
he seems to know my every hiding place
and that he has the key to sneak in.
just like my dreams.
He seems to hold his confidence in the chalice that he drinks from
and as he pours a toast,
he winks the heart right out of that girl.
That girl that dances
like his slave
the girl who stares in wonder
and almost spills her wine
the girl who would strive to the ends of this or any other world
just to see your smile.
Twisted with deviance and mischievous plans
or not. 
Because your lies -her drug-
are
and have always been
sweet enough.
Alone she cries
while in her chest her heart dies
crying for a love that she shouldn't want
but yearns to hold
even though his flesh is cold.
Against her love
she knows he hides
within the ghastly dark tones
and in his skeleton hand he holds the key to her virginity
her unspoiled fruit and serenity.
all the key is
is a wink weighed down with charm
and a trinket or two of ruby
scarlet enough to hurt your heart
and peel at the virgin's soul.
He would hold his lips against her neck
sent her loving nectar
she would let him taste her
of course she would
he has her in his spell
and once Agony gets a taste he will come for drink after drink
after scarlet forbidden drink
until his red stomach pulls taught over his winnings
and he'd laugh.
that twisted
horrible
discusting laugh...
that lets us know he's won.

That girl was me.
Once upon a time...
In a land not so very far away
after all.
Where's my happily ever after?
The one he promised in his kiss...