The Mark of Betrayal

I saw the lie before you spoke a word. Every glance a blade,

every secret heard. Truth is fire, it burns, it stays. What you hide

comes back to blaze. No doors reopen for betrayal, no second chance,

no rewind. You chose the path. Your choices carved a silent grave,

and innocence was the price you gave. Once trust dies, it won't ascend.

Every lie leaves a mark you cannot retrieve.