He stained my skin with his darkest dream--
I remember it well; how he whispered forever to my ears,
How we shared a piece of heaven in this hell we live in.

I remember it well; how I danced into the room
wearing the sweet smell of his perfume;
he’d tell me his darkest dream
and whisper the words he once used;
making it sound less than it seems

And again I’d let him kiss my skin;
just to stain it once more.